New York Carjack (durdee Drama Mode) Lyrics

[Intro: Triggnomm]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I died but I went out like Scarface!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I died but i went out like Scarface!

[Triggnomm]
I was a smooth criminal, gangsta, lyrical lynch
Creepin up on you inch by inch
And I'm sure this routine you been heard of
It's a stick-up, dont make it a murder
Off with the jewelry, hands on the hood
Reach for your nine, yeah I wish you would
Tell your man to lay back and play mute
Cuz I'm loaded and I'm ready to shoot
Money on the floor, take off the link
You afraid? Haha I aint!
Take out the benzy and put it by the tire
And ayo, tell that bitch to be quiet
Pass the keys and assume the position
Ayo B, start up the ignition
Kill them lights, I dont wanna be seen
And yo ho, take off those earrings
This is silk? Take off those clothes
And yo gimme that shit in your nose!
Next thing you know, bitch started to shout
5-0, yo B, it's time to bail out
I put two in his man and I dropped him
He kept coming so I hit him again
Grabbed the ho and I threw her in the back
Gotta admit she was bad, f*ck the bodybag
Strokin and strokin and strokin
5-0 dead in the back cold scopin
I let off in the ho and I wrecked it
Threw her off at the nearest exit
5-0 gettin close to the rear
Yo what the f*ck, we got the precinct out here?
Stairwell Ave, yeah this is us
Ayo Body make a right, and watch the bus
Turn the corner and the 5-0 was layin
So I rolled down the side and started sprayin
Yeah this is the type of shit I like
Cuz most of these mu'f*ckas is white I caught about 8 or 9 at first
Till I made a left turn, right dead on search
Two cars in the back, one car on the right
Aight, time to light the dynamite
Car number 22 began to fire
It wasnt too long until he hit my tires
Ayo body, pull close to they car
So they could see who the f*ck we are
I broke out the oo-wop and I started drillin holes
And their car cold flew off the road
Threw on my vest and loaded up the clips
B, stop the car, I'm tired of this bullshit
Jumped out the car and ran in the chicken store
Let out some shots, and everybody's on the floor
Flipped up the table, preparing my gun
5-0 coming in and I aint about to run
Lettin off shots while 5-0 coming in the door
Shot down 1-2-3-4
Smoke in the air, no fear cuz I'm a winner
Huh, and I aint about to surrender
Scared as shit, Body just got hit
I got a machine, so I'm still a team
Lettin off strong and I was hittin like the hard base
Yeah I died, but I went out like Scarface!
This routine I'm sure you been heard of
Just for a stickup, me and my man got murdered

[Outro: Triggnomm]
You know what I'm sayin?
Coney Island gangsta shit
'95 all the way live
Big Trigga in the motherf*cking house
DJ Body Rocker on the wheels of steel
Bam Bam the bad man
Lil Sha, Itchy Fingers Sha, 3rd Rail
Knah'mean?
Big Sha the gunslinger
That thing y'all, that C.I. thing y'all
That Wu-Tang thing y'all
It's all good in your neighborhood
All out for the cash, niggas' here to last...

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