Released: October 9, 2015
Songwriter: Tarik Azzouz The Game STREETRUNNER
Producer: STREETRUNNER
[Intro]
Turn the beat up, yeah
[Verse]
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo' head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good morning LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate with the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like Cassius Clay
And my Ferragamo belt where that ratchet stay
'Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like: "Who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? Who gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York; good morning LA
My nigga Hayes blew him and his wife away
[Outro]
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014
I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005
And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good nigga
I never saw that coming
My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
Turn the beat up, yeah
[Verse]
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo' head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good morning LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate with the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like Cassius Clay
And my Ferragamo belt where that ratchet stay
'Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like: "Who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? Who gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York; good morning LA
My nigga Hayes blew him and his wife away
[Outro]
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014
I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005
And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good nigga
I never saw that coming
My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector’s Edition)
- The Soundtrack
- Magnus Carlsen
- Quik’s Groove (The One)
- Gang Related
- Gang Bang Anyway
- Last Time You Seen
- From Adam
- Like Father, Like Son 2
- The Ghetto
- Intoxicated
- Crenshaw / 80s and Cocaine
- Do It to You
- New York Skit
- Sex Skit
- My Flag/Da Homies
- Outside
- Moment of Violence
- Up On the Wall
- Life
- El Chapo
- LA
- Dollar and a Dream
- Standing on Ferraris
- Don’t Trip
- Step Up
- Intro (The Documentary 2)
- Dedicated
- On Me
- 100
- Made in America
- Hashtag
- Just Another Day (The Documentary 2)
- New York, New York
- The Documentary 2
- Summertime
- Mula
- Bitch You Ain’t Shit
- Uncle (Skit)
- Circles
- Ride Solo