Intro Songtext
von Masta Killa

New York, New York, New York, New York
Haha, yeah
New York, New York, New York, New York
Yo


My devastating hot East New York mentality
Keep me on point for my million dollar salary
Heavyweight lyric, never lost one calorie
Fat stacks, drug dealing, Styles the black Ac′
Nickel-plated MACs, we pack chrome TECs, yes
With one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth crystal clear
Hey yo, step out of Candy Land, kids
The old rumor is Blacks become immune to shit we never did
Like cross-color clothes, crossing over, getting crossed out
Kris-Krossing, we bossing all cross-breed
I'm a knowledge seed, I want action, that′s what I need
Never no doubt in my mind, it's the rhyme
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, defeat is not meant for me
Victorious, no opponent that blast through components
Jamil Irief raising hell with the flavor
Smoking on the mic like Smokey and Joe Frazier