[Intro]
Turn the beat up, yeah

[Verse]
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' n***as takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' n***as got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo' head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good morning LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate with the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
N***as trappin' today just like back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these n***as boxed in like Cassius Clay
And my Ferragamo belt where that ratchet stay
'Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like: "Who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? Who gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York; good morning LA
My n***a Hayes blew him and his wife away
[Outro]
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014
I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005
And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good n***a
I never saw that coming
My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss