[Chorus: Black Rob]
Can’t make it in New York... I dunno
Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you
Stop playing if the game’s too real for you
[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you
Steal for you, kill for you
Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you
Stop playing if the game’s too real for you
[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you
Steal for you, kill for you
[Verse: Black Rob]
I lost money in New York
Made money in New York
Little shorties had lost the grenades for me in New York
Respect the haters lovе for me in New York
And blood is thicker than watеr for me in New York
I survived in New York
Saved lives in New York
Get too big for your britches, you could die in New York
Coming up I watch dudes get money effortlessly
And come through with them new whips, paper game
Writing checks in large amounts
Take your life savings and your dough in your charge accounts
Three card, Josslers and mobsters, dope fiends and dustheads, and rastas
Nowadays we getting money so cautious
Shit was buckwil' back when Koch was in office
Dude so lawless, y'all know steak and swordfish pushing Lamborghinis and Porsches
As long as there's a sucker born every minute, we gonna get it
Screw the mayor governor, the president, us senate
Guess we coming through hat low windows tinted
Ya l still do the do but I do it like Frank Matthews
[Chorus: Black Rob]
Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you
Stop playing if the game’s too real for you
[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you
Steal for you, kill for you
[Verse: Black Rob]
Uptown and downtown getting paper in two places
Shit the phantom put tips on shoelaces
Running in new faces weed and blow wherever you go
Blackjacks, kings, and aces
Even in jail, my time went fast, cats talking out they ass
About hitting me with consignment
What? Talk’s of living all plush when
Dudes came home fucked up came up work construction
Whatever talent you got you can apply out in New York
Whatever you selling they gonna buy it
I can’t deny it a vic is a vic
Ask dudes pimping them chicks man, a trick is a trick
Man's s'all gonna bring home paper to eat with
One learned how to do it sit back and peep shit
I was a student before I became a teacher
I know a preacher with about as much soul as a cheap pair of sneakers
[Chorus: Black Rob]
Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you
Stop playing if the game’s too real for you
[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you
Steal for you, kill for you