[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Your off-beat DJ, everything he play
Is all punk shit, tell him to bump this
That old gorilla in the trunk shit
Yo, I'm a chip off the old block, I'm all I got (Get yours!)
I'm calling shots (Get yours!), you call cops (uh)
Them boys twat, when it's gon' stop?
Come on n***a you a warlock or not?
You ain't a real killer, you just talk a lot
(About) Your coke spots, (about) Your dope spots
(About) Picking up bricks from the boat dock
(About) Your bulletproof whips like the pope got

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Get clipped on your own block, you hear the road blocked
It's like Fort Knox
This is Brownsville homie, keep them both cocked
And we ain't worried
Legendary mean it won't stop (It don't stop!)
We fluid on the blacktop
And 1545 still the backdrop
Been there done that
So whatever you got locked, run that
Or get your snapshot sent back ugly

[Hook: Lil' Fame]
And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth, shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle n***a pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on (Come on!)
[Verse 3: Lil Fame]
Dirty like a stolen black nine with a body on it
Don't nobody want it, I put my mama on it
Chrome tecs so what the hell you probably find me on it
Tools down to my kicks you know how I be on it
They say them n***as Fame and Bill too aggressive
They say them M.O.P. boys is too reckless
Y'all n***as is P.U. with 2 S's
And I ain't never buy the bar out for you heffers

[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
You keep fucking around and we'll stretch ya
Saratoga Ave., bet it, whole different texture
We all in the mix of the blitz while y'all lecture
We in the thick of the shit with no pressure
Get it and go, you gettin' it raw, Fishscale
Top of the line, kept on the low M.O
We outshine them n***as in prime time
Deliver the bam! bam!. This undeniable grind

[Hook: Lil' Fame]
And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth, shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle n***a pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on (Come on!)
[Verse 5: Lil Fame]
I still stay in touch with the streets and spit thuggery
I stay sucker free, who wan' rump me?
Salute to the die hard fans that fuck with me
Start a mosh pit, fuck around, loose a couple teeth
That's what people want so we designed it raw
With the Snowgoons behind the boards
The pallbearers of hip hop
We carry your whack ass off then bury y'all
This is real heavy y'all
(MARXMEN)

[Verse 6: Billy Danze]
Three steps ahead of y'all
Three generations in so we bet it all
In the middle of the street where we set it off
N***a really want a win he gotta get involved
M.O.P. dog we been AWOL
Big Hemi in my chest for the long haul
Turning a n***a to a mess is what I'm going for
Leaving hollows in his chest is what we cause

[Hook: Lil' Fame]
And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that? (Get yours!)
What's that
And we say New York City
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that! (Get yours!)
Fuck that!
'Cause a fifth with a fifth, shit we all be drunk
If there's something in your bottle n***a pour me some
If I ain't stand up you could call me punk
But I'm real so a bitch can't call me on (Come on!)