[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Got two shots of [?] yeah, I'm faded
In the land where they say Biggie's the greatest
Was a five hour flight, but a n***a made it
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?

[Verse: Jay Rock]
I'm on Shade45, tell Slay hurry up
Let me get a couple shots, let me get in character
I was in Brooklyn, with them boys that bury ya
Maybe out in Harlem, with the score, ganging up
I be even in the Broncks, where they say it all started
Playas club, strippers ass shaking on your favorite artists
I was even out in Queens, saying I'm the [?]
Projects [?] yeah, it's kinda rough
But he should visit my [?] cut you up
Raiser blade under tongue, buck 50 crush your eye
Don't cross that line, like the letter T
Been through all five burros, and everybody thurro
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
I wanna see your hands, see your hands
Wanna see your hands, see your hands
I wanna see your hands, see your hands
I wanna see your hands, see your hands


[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Got two shots of [?] yeah, I'm faded
In the land where they say Biggie's the greatest
Was a five hour flight, but a n***a made it
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?