[Verse 1:]
My city lost
But cats make it seem like that ain't a problem
People talk about New York, New York want to act like it ain't involve them
I ain't with that
Take it back from the town could've got your shit took
Everything done changed
From the g's to the range to the skateboarding hipsters
Brooklyn got a little more corporate
Shut down the hood then put up office
If I ain't know no better I'd say they trying to off us
Let me chill
Radio telling me to eat
I got to make better records ain't tryna play me
'Cause all I hear is cats kick raps about new bugattis that drive me crazy
I can't relate, half these cats don't make no sense
[?], everybody sounded [dense?]
And all messed up
We're rapping and getting no love in these streets
Don't nobody want to speak
So I can see that its up to me
To put my city back on it's feet
Uh
Where the real NY G's when you need em
All the G's NY be [?]
Come up out of hiding
Back to the writing
Cats talk reckless
No more sliding
No more video shot in my city
Catch a hater in the elevator won't end pretty
If only this was '92
Imagine what the hood would do
DJ's done got soft
Its hard for the real to pop off
Gotta put a stop to that
Its like everybody forgot what rap
Came from, NY, but I, can't let it die

[Hook:]
Cause its New York
But there's a new New York
Home of the hustlers
Disrespect and get your head knocked off
Everybody supposed to represent
But when it come time to talk
Uhhh...
Cause its New York
But there's a new New York
Home of the hustlers
Disrespect and get your head knocked off
Everybody supposed to represent
But when it come time to talk

[Verse 2:]
Yo
The music use to, be a, anthem
Now its a
Bunch of rappers throwing temper tantrums
Clouding the art form
This ain't music G
This is coonery
On my TV can't believe what they showing me
I'm a start a petition to bring rap city back
Got my city on my shoulders like a piggy back
Really rap went sideways
Back in my days people kept it real so the game ain't dilate
Everybody rappin' now
Everybody trappin' now
But that ain't the right sound
Put the mic down
Let a G get it
Never dumb down my sound
I'm a keep it NYC with it
Hope NYC with it
Cause I do it for y'all
Make a call for all my dogs
I'm the voice of the ghetto
Y'all all is when I'm kicking it
These cat frivolous
Can't be in the same list as a [?]
They starin' its apparent
I'm the G-O-D no christening
All the starters, got to finish them
And the sound, got to get on track
New York rap ain't just boom-bap
Huh, that's real talk
It got us looking like bad sports
But I, say no more
East Coast, so raw
You and your boss speak up
Hip hop is dying it need us

[Hook]