Smoke Dza New Jack Lyrics

[Reporter:]
Harlem specifically where the original gangster New
Jack is standing by. I'd like to warn viewers up front
that I'm sure this interview is going to be
inappropriate in more ways then we can enlist in one
hour. Viewer discretion is sincerely advised.

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[New Jack:]
I said 'you meet me in Harlem'
I said 'we ain't gonna do this in the studio'
I said 'we ain't gonna do this is a setting where it's
safe'
I said 'you bring your ass to Harlem'
And I put up with a lot of bullshit, but it don't
matter
Because I have established myself as the original
gangster
Not the original prankster
I don't rap about it
I don't sing about it
This what I do
(Riiiiiggghhhtt)

[Smoke Dza:]
I said wake up motherf*ckas it's been so long you could
sleep
I'm like Freddie in your dreams appearing live up on
your street
They kee-kee-kee, ha ha ha
But it's so long they could play
Try to hold a nigga down
But every doggy has his day
Killin em calm
Tuck em
Face down
You don't really wanna step in my playground
I'm a class act
You lookin at the real life Blade Brown
You actin like I won't abuse niggas
Square-ass lames duckin [?] niggas
I can send a few triggers at ya door on some Calvin
shit
Then barge through that muthaf*cka on some [?] shit
So have it yo way
Nigga pick yo poison
Shorty keep talkin that ya-ya-you shit
But bitch I'm way iller than ya boyfriend
Plus I make more money You think he cool cause he ball overseas (right)
Shit I ball overseas too
I'm in the gang
You won't never see the league (Truuuee)

[New Jack:]
I said 'cause nigga I make money'
I put asses in seats
That's why I'm there (ya know what I mean)
That's why New Jack is where he is (ya know what I
mean)
Because I put asses in seats

[Smoke Dza:]
It's the highest in charge
You muthaf*ckas got fat while we starved
You need to hold your guard
Instead of gossipin and holdin balls
Word to my motha
Cold as ice
Shit I need my own cover
The shit that I riddle
Should have me right in the middle
Cause some of these niggas ain't even in what I did on
the come up
Sold out tours on the come up (one up)
Album in stores two summers (one up)
Adam Vinatieri how I kick it (punter)
Underground king Big Bun (whatup)
9/11 I'm alive man
The way a nigga ball shit I might need a Heisman
Naw f*ck that I'm a hustle
I'm a need to go Bill Russell
(Right) And a few rings
King Raw papers full of butane
R&B bitch, little cute thing
And a Jeffry-type nigga like "you rang" (ha)
And some OG
Preferably from Oakland
I don't care if you was a mile away
You could smell what the kush God smokin (riiiiggghhtt)

[New Jack:]
And I don't ask nobody to do nothin for me
Because I do what the f*ck I wanna do (ya know what I
mean)
If you don't like what I do
Turn the channel
Watch the fake shit
But this is New Jack