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  • 作词 : Carter, Russell
    Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh
    This is educated thug MU-SIC, ******
    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, ****, 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
    Jay-Z
    N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest
    Marcy.. Brooklyn..
    Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
    ****** throwin me shade, but ain't **** sunny
    Hot shells only thing ****** 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 gotta homey, get that
    Gotta get away, some try but head back
    Uhh, street smart ****** 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 **** before ice
    Not before Christ, but a long ****in time
    Get your mind right ******
    N.Y.M.P., the realest
    Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    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
    **** 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?
    Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me
    Educated, thug mu-sic ******
    This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
    Real ****, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds
    **** with me
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Russell
    [00:03.43]Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh
    [00:07.51]This is educated thug MU-SIC, ******
    [00:11.58]Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
    [00:14.39]Blocks'll have you, tryin to maintain your course
    [00:17.19]through the potholes and gravel
    [00:18.69]Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough
    [00:22.25]Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code
    [00:24.68]Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul
    [00:27.36]Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle
    [00:29.05](bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you
    [00:32.42]Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz
    [00:35.18]after you, up the avenue
    [00:37.50]Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do
    [00:40.45]Tryin to make you miss summer, ****, that ain't cool
    [00:43.15]I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two
    [00:45.71]Up against the wall, tryin to pass through
    [00:48.46]Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls
    [00:51.14]Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like
    [00:54.32]Jay-Z
    [00:58.50]N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    [01:03.24]N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    [01:06.24]Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest
    [01:11.50]Marcy.. Brooklyn..
    [01:14.26]Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
    [01:18.27]****** throwin me shade, but ain't **** sunny
    [01:21.09]Hot shells only thing ****** could get from me
    [01:23.59]Cocktails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM
    [01:25.96]I'm so confrontational;
    [01:28.47]they shoulda never let me go on probation yo
    [01:31.34]I'm a hustler; except that..
    [01:33.32]no correctional facilities can correct that
    [01:36.85]I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
    [01:40.53]It's where that dough is gotta homey, get that
    [01:42.62]Gotta get away, some try but head back
    [01:45.07]Uhh, street smart ****** got left back
    [01:48.08]Some died, they left stacks
    [01:50.03]Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice
    [01:53.40]Jigga been cold as **** before ice
    [01:55.90]Not before Christ, but a long ****in time
    [01:58.71]Get your mind right ******
    [02:02.43]N.Y.M.P., the realest
    [02:06.05]Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    [02:10.67]Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    [02:17.32]Marcy.. feel me..
    [02:20.08]I looked Death in the face years back
    [02:22.20]I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back
    [02:25.33]I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live
    [02:28.02]You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give
    [02:30.76]I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?
    [02:33.46]Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham
    [02:35.58]Still I still pop him
    [02:37.83]**** I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now
    [02:42.14]I think big when I spit at you now
    [02:44.45]Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha
    [02:46.57]Between life and death, they killed my spirit
    [02:49.50]So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
    [02:53.32]I ? myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
    [02:56.02]cause I used to roam them halls
    [02:57.64]Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college
    [03:00.40]Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?
    [03:04.46]Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    [03:09.76]Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest ******
    [03:15.07]Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    [03:20.68]Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me
    [03:27.06]Educated, thug mu-sic ******
    [03:31.14]This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
    [03:37.73]Real ****, N.Y.M.P. the realest ******
    [03:42.17]Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds
    [03:46.03]**** with me