Where It Started At (NY)

(Where do I start?) Let's see what they wanna hear?
 Let me see where I start at
 Hood cats are part of where it started at
 We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
 For the score, go to war like a Jarhead
 New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!
 New York! New York! New York! New York! New York!
 (We're gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City)
 (With her first "Hello"...)
 Uh, got a lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
 Hand skills, hard work, gun play, whatever; do
 Ecstasy, oxy, Vicodin, powder
 Ari, Haze, Diesel, Sour
 Dust juice, loosies, turbans, kufis
 Hand guns is petite, the shotties is doofy
 Telling in is not nice, a lot of niggas got life
 Everything is good in my bank except cocked dice
 Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them
 So they bootlegged them, now everybody sport them
 Dorms, cells, packages, mail
 Warrants, bails, everything's real now
 (Hi-Tek! Hi-Tek!)
 (Papoose! Pap-poose!)
 All I got is my word and my nuts; man, I got Brooklyn in my balls
 So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin' in my drawers
 Always talking about "you balling;" look, you want to ball?
 Word on the streets: niggas is ready to put you on the wall
 You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
 I shoot my TEC high--I keep a high TEC like the producer
 Pap rip the desi 'til that clip is empty
 Man, I have black buried in the cemetery
 Go ahead, get your fetti, but you better tell, homes
 Messing with me, you'll get black-buried like a cell phone
 Punks pay dues, not me, I pay attention
 Call it "New York" cause we keep reinventin'
 Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversaries
 Bust them like a capillary
 Roaches and rats on every
 Corner when it's warmer, but New York is used to that already
 Manhattan built those cemeteries where the blacks is buried
 I take the Staten ferry, I walk the broad way
 I talk to chicks along the way with John Forté
 Used to do this all day, burning in the project hallways
 Discussing strategies in the court case
 I rock The North Face, cold like winter
 I'm from Brooklyn like the Decept and lowlife niggas were
 Fuck the talking, this a New York thing we aboard
 But, all things considered, we all kings--what
 (My nigga, my nigga, what up?)
 (Tek, you did it again, nigga)
 (Word up, I love that)
 Hey-yo, yo, I rhyme for the streets; broke niggas rap on they feet
 So angry as hell, we yell from the beats
 "Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
 Crime action get you trapped by the chiefs, no peace, see?"
 Proud and have the hood style and good talent
 Most of us fell off from drug wars, trying to re-up; the law whilin
 Can't get no rest, the vest is on, stress pilin'
 Scheming on something green with eagles on it, Chef found it
 While I take a trip back, our first little pack
 Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin crack
 Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off
 We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets
 Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white
 I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
 Livin by the sword, a hundred niggas daily
 Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board
 (*Sample) (**New York Sample)
 Let me see where I started at
 Hood cats are part of where it started at (**New York)
 We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
 For the score go to war like a jarhead (**New York)
 New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!