Текст песни M.M.O. - Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1
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"4... 3... 2... 1..." - repeated throughout song[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]Yo, yeah, love New YorkLove New York, yo, yo[Itchy-Fingas]I sit pretty in the city of lights, cameras and actionHighway car chases, rappers beatin` body casesI ask no questions, so don`t give me no answersN.Y.C., home of the Yankees and GiantsRappers alliance, capitol of drugs and violenceBiggest projects in the world, it`s Queensbridge and the HookFederal crooks that took, crazy money this yearWhite collar the crime, and I ain`t get a company dimeI hustle and grind, until I get what`s rightfully mine[Chorus: Triggnomm]E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y...[Triggnomm]It`s money and muscle, my M1`s and my dunsAll strapped for gunplay, I pops in Kay SlayTo we New York from the talk down to the walkDown to layin` down, white gowns and chalkWhat ya`ll thought? Coney Island niggas don`t get out?Pearl Handle flip out, spit a half a clip outWhere ya`ll been? Ya`ll never seen, thugs this cleanSpit sixteen`s, still flippin` morphineAnd who says we can`t live a life of SpaldingCop a Wallgreen, and make all green clean[Chorus: Triggnomm]E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, reppin` the B.X., while puffin` `dro in Y-OE-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, be with Red and La, on the low in L.I.E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, and money makin` Manhattan, straight gun clappin`E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, with the Clan, wildin`, representin` ShaolinE-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go thereE-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there[Bam Bam]Word is bond, yo, what`s up with ya`ll dudes?I treat ya`ll like roaches and clap ya`ll foolsOne by one, I`ll impress ya`ll dudesBig water bug thugs, I eat ya`ll foodWhat, who want it with the bad men? The act up manGot big things to back up, manYa`ll never listen `til I have to clap up manStrap up man, load `em up and pack up manNow you want war? You don`t want nothin`Cause on the streets, my peeps keep the heatAnd leave all beef well doneYou act brolic, but you frail, sonYou better bail, son, mess around, make this hammer leave you nail, sonI be the Bam Bam, Bronx style bad manBald head black man, ready for the actionMeet if you want, I pump holes in ya`llI love N.Y. `til the day it`s over, ya`ll[Chorus]