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