Young Nasaro We Run New York Lyrics

[Intro]
On the South side of Brooklyn, born and raised
On the streets is where I spent most of my days
Chillin', writin' music up in the crib
Then I had one dream: one day, I'll make it big
But when I was younger, I was up to no good
I started causin' trouble in the neighborhood
But, as I grew older, then I opened the door
And told the haters watch out, 'cause we run New York
Kick it!

Get yours nigga, 'cause I'ma get mine
Told the haters watch out, 'cause we run New York, so
Get yours nigga, 'cause I'ma get mine
Young Nasaro on the track, yeah

[Verse 1]
Born from the golden age, where people are known to spray
On the same blacktop where the homies used to play
Steady reminiscin', on the better days
When we went to sleep without a lullaby or a serenade
And we still kill each other over a pair of J's
I know we got to do better, it's not too
Hard to tell the news, what they say is not true
They viewin' us as animals on Fox News, so

[Bridge]
Get yours nigga, 'cause I'ma get mine
Always thinkin' straight when the money on your mind
Funny all the time, they ain't sayin' I'ma shine yet
Yeah, you're on in 5, we ain't goin' live yet, so
Get yours nigga, 'cause I'ma get mine
That's the life though, we ain't speakin' iso
Yeah, it's lonely at the top with the light though
So, I'ma reach it even if my rhymes don't

[Hook x2]
Tell the haters watch out, 'cause we run New York
Yeah, I've gotta chase the paper, man, I'm getting too poor
And if I spit a rhyme maybe one or two more And live life, why I gotta choose for?

[Verse 2]
So when hip hop was born, 1973
That was around the same time that my brothers would teach
Bringing the world together and stopping the gang wars
DJ's and rappers learning the game more
Now it's 2017, we ain't learning it first
Until they started getting rappers that can't spit a verse
So instead of going forward, we hit the reverse
You think I'm gonna stand here, and let it get worse?
We ain't had a pot to piss in, now it's gotten wicked
I only got the riches 'cause I had the proper vision
I agree, the game changed, yeah it's gotten different
Rather bash the words we write in the composition
If I can't dance to no rap, then I don't like it
I wanna turn up, go crazy, do some fighting
Instead of speaking about my money in sizes
Just ring the sirens, I'll remain a tyrant

[Hook x2]
Tell the haters watch out, 'cause we run New York
Yeah, I've gotta chase the paper, man, I'm getting too poor
And if I spit a rhyme maybe one or two more
And live life, why I gotta choose for?

[Outro]
So, on the South side of Brooklyn, born and raised
On the streets is where I spent most of my days
Chillin', writin' music up in the crib
Then I had one dream: one day, I'll make it big
But when I was younger, I was up to no good
Started causin' trouble in the neighborhood
But, as I grew older, then I opened the door
And told the haters watch out, 'cause we run New York