New York
Busta Rhymes Feat. Nas Papoose M.O.P. & Labba Lyrics

C'mon
Let's go

(new shit, yeah)
This is new and fresh

Yeah, yeah
Yes, yes

uh, uh-huh
Expressing agreement

(Oh shit)
Expressing surprise

(Oh shit)
Expressing surprise

C'mon, c'mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go, come on

(Uh) yeah, yeah
Yes, yes

this is the motherfuckin' uncut (yeah)
This is raw and uncensored

Long time comin', ya heard? (yeah)
Been waiting a while for this, you know?

M.O.P. (c'mon)
The rap group M.O.P.

Big motherfuckin' Punisher (uh, uh)
The rapper Big Pun

What ya gon' do?
What are you going to do?

Terror Squad (yeah)
The rap group Terror Squad

Bronx, Brook-lawn collabo'
Collaboration between the Bronx and Brook-lawn

Yo, yo, yo (ya heard me?)
Hey, hey, hey are you listening to me?

(BP step to 'em)
Let's go, BP

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
This is for people in prison for long sentences and those who enjoy pork fried rice

New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wifebeaters
People in New York wearing tight tank tops with ice jewelry

We the truth (uh), don't let yo' dead body be the proof
We speak the truth, don't let your body be a warning to others

Leave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth
You will die and have bullet holes in you, not just in your teeth

I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
I'm one hundred percent authentic

Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
I have had the ability to rap since birth and can use it to change someone's perspective

The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant
My spirit was born to revitalize those who are dormant

right where you snorin' from night to the mornin'
I'll do this while you are sleeping

Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad
I make the microphone blessed like Elijah Muhammad

Or Christ, how you want it, I got what you need
I can influence you in a religious way if you want it, I've got what you need

From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me?
From religious influences to the street life, you really want to mess with me?

Big Pun (Pun), the papichulo out to screw you
Big Pun is after you

Bop with the dumb Glock
Shoot with a gun

Hunchback, like Quasimoto
Hunchbacked like Quasimoto

Set off the sirens, form the alliance
Make noise and unite

South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants (c'mon)
People representing neighborhoods in New York and compared to the New York Giants team

Leave 'em brainless
Kill them

Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
Shoot them with the gun

(World's, world's, world's famous) c'mon
The world's famous, let's go

violence (c'mon), form the alliance (yeah)
Be violent and join forces

B.X., violence
Violence in the Bronx

B.K., violence
Violence in Brooklyn

I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
I cause death and destruction like a demon escorting you to Hell

Or ring the bell like you wanna test talk, and just rock your world
If you try to challenge me, I'll destroy you

Like Dahved Levy, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
My squad will attack you if you disrespect me

Cock the glizzy, give you one back peace to 'Pac and Biggie
Pull out the gun and shoot, paying homage to Tupac and Biggie

'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'
We are known for more than just rap music

Put they holes in your colon, send you rollin'
We will shoot you, causing you to be in pain and rolling around

like when you're bowlin' a perfect strike
Similar to how a bowling ball rolls perfectly

let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
Let me show you what I've learned from Isaac Hayes

I hurt your wife, put the trife-ass in the earth aight?
I'll hurt your wife and kill her

I'm shootin at you and that's off the top like Supernatural
I'm freestyling and shooting at you like a gun, like Supernatural

Attribute your crew turnin' those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you
I'm warning you that my crew will turn you and your crew into statues, like Medusa turning people to stone

Clap you with your own heat, homie
I'll shoot you with your own gun, friend

If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.
If I was in Los Angeles, I'd hold a position of respect

I break the world off with a bang (bang)
I make a big impact

How about some, fuck that, look nigga, you know the name
I don't need to give an introduction, you know who I am

It's the 1, slash, 718, slash
Referring to the phone area code in New York

M, dot, O, dot, P, dot, First Family, dot
Referring to the rap group M.O.P. as the First Family

Boogie Down, Brooklyn (damn you)
Representing Boogie Down Bronx and Brooklyn

Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
You better back off before I have Big Pun put you in your place

I rep for my cell block niggas
I represent people from my prison cell block

And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, "Perrico!"
I represent people from Puerto Rico and people from Uptown, New York

Yup, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
Yes, I've been in a lot of fights and survived

Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes
Lil' Fame has an incredible mind and can use up all your computer storage space

Merk out on machines with loud pipes
He kills people using guns with loud exhaust pipes

Niggabytes, six-double-o's, yeah, on the bikes
He's ready to shoot with his guns, 600 series, while riding bikes

You want 718 Terror (Squad)
You're looking for trouble in the 718 area code

William (Danze)
Referring to his real name, William Danze

First (Fam), easy soldier
Referring to his group M.O.P. as the First Family and telling his team to take it easy

I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
I'm not a murderer, I just shoot a lot

Grew up in Brownsville in a brownstone by a vacant lot
I grew up in Brownsville, Brooklyn in a brownstone near an empty lot

Satan's got, my mind, my body, and my soul
I feel like Satan has a hold on me

Oh, I don't blame you, you switched your game plan
I don't blame you for changing your plan

When you found out your main man was named Danze
You were surprised to find out I was William Danze

Nigga, I'm filled with anger
I'm filled with anger

You fuckin' with a hooded soldier
You're messing with someone who's experienced in the street life

Cobra, your life is in danger
You're going to get hurt

(First Family style) all the way out
Representing the First Family group

Bang (bang), bang (bang) 'til your brains hang out
Shooting until your brain's exposed