[Chorus: Dion] br Let me see where I started at (Uh) br Hood cats are part of where it started at br We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed br For the score go to war like a jarhead br (***We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!) br (*With the first hello) br br [Verse 1: Jadakiss] br Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too br Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke br Tellin' in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life br Everything is good in my bank except cop dice br Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them br So they bootleg them now everybody sport them br Dorms, cells, packages, mail br Warrants, bails, everything's real now br br [Chorus: Dion] br br [Verse 2: Papoose] br All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls br So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws br Always talkin bout you ballin, look you wanna ball br Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall br You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low br I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer br Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty br Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary br Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes br Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone br Punks pay dues not me I pay attention br Call it New York cause we keep reinventin br br [Chorus: Dion] br br [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] br Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like a capilary br Roaches and rats on every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already br Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried br I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway br I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte br Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallways br Discussin strategies in the court case br I rock the Northface cold like winter br I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word br Fuck the talking it's a New York thing br We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what