NYMP - Jay-Z

Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh
This is educated thug MU-SIC, n_ggaz

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, nighttime shots crackle
(bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you
Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz
after you, up the avenue
Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin to make you miss summer, sh_t, 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

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N.Y.M.P., the realest n_ggaz
N.Y.M.P., the realest n_ggaz
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest
Marcy.. Brooklyn..

Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
N_ggaz throwin me shade, but ain't sh_t sunny
Hot shells only thing n_ggaz could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM
I'm so confrontational;
they shoulda never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler; except 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
Uhh, street smart n_ggaz 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 f_ck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long f_ckin time
Get your mind right n_ggaz

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N.Y.M.P., the realest
Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest n_ggaz
Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest n_ggaz
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 him?
Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I still pop him
Sh_t 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 ? 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 woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?

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Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest n_ggaz
Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest n_ggaz
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest n_ggaz
Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me

Educated, thug mu-sic n_ggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
Real sh_t, N.Y.M.P. the realest n_ggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds
F_ck with me

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