[Intro: Pop smoke]
Them n***as gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, n***a (Gangsters)
(Swirv)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I'm sayin'? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, n***a
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
Fuckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Woozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, man (I be with the Straights and the Apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Bringin' bags, we don't wanna hеar nothin' 'bout it)
(Free all my n***as, free all the streets)

[Chorus: Pop smoke]
I be in New York with thе gangsters
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n***as)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
[Verse 1: Pop smoke]
.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them twirlin' n***as actin' up (Actin' up)
So n***as packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin' tough (Dweeb)
'Til n***as slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
N***as mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don't got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
N***as talkin' 'bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, take a n***a shoppin' (Bitch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it 'cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)
It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38's on the block (Bah), a n***a won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up (Move up) 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy

[Chorus: Pop smoke]
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n***as)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
[Verse 2: 50 cent]
America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me
Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle
I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and shit
So like Nino in "New Jack," I holla "Cancel that bitch!"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
N***as around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after O, you know?
Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, n***as be scheming
I fiend to live the good life

[Chorus: Pop smoke]
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n***as)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
[Verse 3: 2pac]
Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin' ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal
Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane?
When De La Soul was puttin' Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin' on that buddha gettin' buzzed, 'cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects and on my block
You diggy don't stop sippin' on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit

[Chorus: Pop smoke]
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n***a that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n***as)
Then my n***as shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)