M​.​O​.​P & Jadakiss - For The City (Nick Nyce Remix)

by Nick Nyce

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[Verse 1 - Lil' Fame]
Fame, bitch out on the East coast, I'm (ultra), the flow is magnetic
And y'all prosthetic
Don't sleep cause I'm jumbo ho, I got a hook like medics
You get your ass wit-up, wit-up, wit-wit-up
The fuck up, like J. Lo and Ben Affleck-etic
And I ain't athletic (uh uh)
I bring it to your front door like FedEx
Drop two shots off (pep, pep)
Too many killers in the house, take a day off
Everybody's a baller, what the fuck is it, the playoffs?
Naw nigga (uh uh), this is "New Jack City" (YEAH)
Gritty (YEAH), grimey (YEAH), fo real-y (YEAH)
It's Fizzy, (Fizzy, Fizzy)
You know there's killers in the house (LIE DOWN!), I got Brooklyn with
Me
So chill, or they gon' put your house on chilly
That's how the homies get down, you feel me?
Cause we just

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[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
Bullets, gun smoke and cocaine residue
Leave me the fuck alone, that's what you better do
Funerals stay on schedule
And I don't even care about the charges, if they ain't federal
Get a call home, somethin happen
Big chrome clappin, way before ring tone rappin
Left homes with half his dome in a napkin
For sayin "what's poppin?", when he asked 'em "what's crackin?"
The O.G.'s is gettin money and relaxin
Some niggas front and some is lookin for action
But it's not the season, can't stop the heathen
Wearin all of this tight shit to stop the bleedin
Violate me, when you die, we even
When this rap well run dry, we thievin
Livin rich or livin poor
Still be livin raw as long as you know what I'm livin for, what?

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[Verse 3 - Billy Danze]
You see me ease through the town homie, with two hands full of (GET
BACK!)
Them niggas spit raps, my niggas split racks
You overdue with your (GANGSTA!), when you hit tracks
Playin another nigga's hand, cause your shit whack
And if that Henny got you lookin at me wet
Like I'm a ho ass nigga, who never did it for my set
Double up the plate in your vest
Or fuck around and get your spine bone blown through your chest
Think of a low class nigga who's not gettin checks
With a military gun connect and no respect
That A.D.D. can only see above your neck
He (M.O.P.), real niggas hold the deck
And his name is embedded in the streets you fear
The projects is the boardroom (gangsta), I'm here
Yeah, y'all niggas confuse it with music
Your boy Bill'll lose it, the truth is (come on), homie is

credits

released July 2, 2017
M.O.P: Vocals
Jadakiss: Vocals
Nick Nyce: Production

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