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Nymp

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Yeah, N.Y.M.P. the realest, uh This is educated thug music, niggas Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive Blocks'll have you, tryin' to maintain your course Through the potholes and gravel Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your soul Through the Hot Apple, night time shots crackle Bucka, bucka, bucka, fiends tryin' to gaffle you Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz After you, up the avenue Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got math to do Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool I caught smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two Up against the wall, tryin' to pass through Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it goes like N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas uh, uh huh uh uh N.Y.M.P, the realest Marcy, Brooklyn Yo, I come through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties niggas throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny Hot shells only thing niggas could get from me Cocktails thrown in your living room, ka-boom I'm so confrontational They should've never let me go on probation yo I'm a hustler, accept that No correctional facilities can correct that I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at It's where that dough is homey, gotta get that Gotta get away, some try but head back uh, street smart niggas got left back Some died, they left stacks Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog nice Jigga been cold as fuck before ice Not before Christ, but a long fuckin' time Get your mind right niggas N.Y.M.P, the realest Uh huh uh uh N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas uh uh huh, uh uh N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas Marcy, feel me I looked Death in the face years back I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give I take and rape villages, who gon' stop me? Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham Still I, still pop him Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now I think big when, I spit at you now Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed my spirit So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause 'Cause I used to roam them halls Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college Who would've thought I'd make it big, like Ms. Wallace? uh, yeah, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas uh, uh huh uh uh N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas Marcy, New York, Brooklyn N.Y.M.P, the realest, feel me Educated, thug music niggas This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin' grounds Fuck with me

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Brenda Russell, Brian Russell, Diana Stinson, Shawn Carter, Russell William Howard

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Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter

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Roc-A-Fella

Release Date

December 28, 1999

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your bucka niggas where myself from nymp realest this shit what left don't still back tryin' brooklyn they that gotta marcy through

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