Yea

Yea street life

Gutter shit

Soldier life nigga

Get it right

New York City

Where I'm from

Live are Die

Marcy

Do what you do



Check it out now

Yo I'm here to put my thing down

Set up shot with cocaine now

Pick off niggas who aint down

I'm in the game now

Brought a couple of cats from the way down

Who know how to slang thows

And grimmy niggas who aim wild

Who juss want to rep

And wet niggas who think foul

Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math

This crab show me some slab

Now I'm tryna get back

We played the out skerch

Nigga smoother then my shirt

Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked

Shit he left skid marks

I let the clip spark

When off in the hood

Played the bench till its dark

I'm profouned to the drug game

A thin line between love and hate

Some niggas I love to hate

I thought my connect respect me

This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me



Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder



Check it

Yo I'ma soldier to the heart

Through my blood line

One way to catch a crab is always on his front time

I keep a chicken on a bench flippin

Grippin

I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin

A herb seed burn me, drop the L

Spot it through my per-if-u

This nigga tryna murder me

Shorty wop jumped in front of me

Caught one

Blaze back empty empty the roots

Through the bitch niggas, take that

Niggaz killed my down bitch

Bust around bitch

I dont know who clapped

So I dont hang around

Shit

Lame beat me on the ounce of raw

Dominican nigga

Look innocent nigga

Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga

Back the coop out the lot

Cock one in the drop

Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black

Got Bleek on alert

For the cat who beat me on the stack



Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder



Yo, Yo

Slow money, broke niggas, no weed

One gun

And my down bitch gone

Got a nigga on the run

Strip hot

Niggas came through

Bang shots

Have me sleeping in my wheels

To the real get got

Now I play the cut

On some nigga what shit

Flip fo-in-dicals

For real now who wants it

Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay

He pump trays

Try'n to get the Memph man put away

His next option

Pack up get out of dodge

When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage

Too much dro got my eyes low

On the creep triple black down

Cuz I'ma cripple that clown

Spotted him by WoodHall

Niggas think the fe-in took off

Like he ran track or he played football

Hot day and everybody outside

I'ma catch him on that block

Where the hot wips ride

Ride slow this nigga out burning trees

Wit a bad bitch

I'ma put his brain on her sleeve

I'ts already cocked

I move slow up the block

Jumped out

Made him tounge kiss the glock

I Squeeze two

And niggas seen this nigga drop

Cold of the street and forever stay hot

Motherfucker



Chorus 4x's

To stay alive in New York City

To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier