tru life - 22 twos freestyle (over jay-z song cry beat)
too much down south dick licking/
too many niggas tring to be tupac,there too much blooding and criping/
too much gossiping,too much snitching/
too many rappers lieing on albums full of too much ficition/
too many girls doing lickie lickie/
turn lesbians cause too many niggas are quickies/
too many new yorks niggas tring to wear dickies/
too many kids scared to be them selfs/
too many rappers saying they got hit with with too many shells/
too many homo thugs out tring to wear flags/
they sleeping girls then they out sleeping with drags/
i speak the truth,dont like it;too bad/
im from the 212 when i hold two mags/
was on the island two months ago hearing slay shout me out/
new york on the radio nobody boxed me out/
was in the hood broke for too many years/
i let the pen cry i shed too many tears/
i fell i got robbed couldnt hear pun and big together/
nas and jay need to chill and do a song together/
new york needs it that real talk niggas/
game's from compton,rhyme on new york,on new york niggas/
ny wanna get chopped and screwed/(from games remix of new york)
get your face chopped and your wife screwed/
i miss mobb style,az,and pretty tone/
even norega back when he was with capone/
remeber cnn war report,that was shitt/
hardcore in the streets with an ice pickk/
wu-tang clan aint nothing to fuck with/
thats the era that tru life was in love with/
befroe niggas came from alanta,queens/
brooklyn watts and even harlem,houston/
new york aint a records this is a movement/
homies i grow up with is niggas i move with/
homies i grow up with is niggas i move with/
i cant see new york rap just die/
so i gotta let the pen fry,let the pen fry/
i cant see new york rap just die/
wont rest till im on top,rest till im on top/
i cant see new york rap just die/
so i gotta be the one to ride,gotta be the one to ride/
icant see new york rap just die/
wont rest till im on top,rest till im on top