Lyrics New York - Angel Haze
Uh
I′m
running,
running
through
the
jungle
Running
like
a
slave
through
the
underground
tunnel
Told
y'all
niggas
that
I′d
get
these
bitches
Cause
I
spit
till
my
lips
need
16
stitches
I
am
lyrical
intrusion
You
bitches
can't
see
me
like
I'm
really
an
illusion
I
hop
up
on
your
face
and
do
my
motherfucking
two-step
Till
I
knock
the
meat
out
like
a
motherfucking
toothpick
Uh,
I′m
nasty
nigga,
like
Nas,
like
Kim,
like
Cassie
pictures
Like
I′m
fucking
Chris
Stokes
or
that
Raz-B
nigga
Or
the
skin
on
the
feet
of
a
ashy
nigga
I
am
whatever
they
say
I
am
Bumping
like
the
asses
on
them
thick
bitches
at
Stadium
Fuck
them
other
bitches
I
sound
better
in
the
place
of
them
I
killed
this
shit,
this
the
motherfucking
requiem
Sick
bitch,
chicken
noodle
soup
face
Calls
from
overseas
like
a
motherfucking
crusade
Crack
rock
and
you
can
hit
it
till
your
nose
hurt
Rooftop
Brooklyn,
made
this
shit
in
Covert
I
run
New
York,
I
run
New
York
I
am
zero
past
a
hundred,
spitting
like
a
dragon
That
went
missing
from
a
dungeon
Y'all
a
bunch
of
niggas
getting
trippy
off
of
nothing
Tie
a
rope
around
your
neck
and
let
me
kick
you
off
a
bungee
I′m
satan,
and
I'ma
take
your
ass
to
church
now
Running
my
fields
and
you
midgets
on
your
first
down
I
love
it
when
these
bitches
know
I′m
better
than
them
Cause
I
don't
hear,
not
a
word
or
a
letter
from
them
I′m
a
fire
in
the
midst
of
a
forest
'round
bitches
And
I
rap
elliptical
orbits
round
bitches
Anaconda,
I
sit
with
an
open
mouth,
bitches
And
you
bitches
are
lyrically
Like
some
fucking
down
syndrome,
no
offence
No
shade
'n
all,
but
y′all
bitches
on
knees
like
babies
crawl
You
can
catch
me
out
in
Covert,
chilling
like
a
stoop
kid
Yeah
I
hear
you,
don′t
talk
bitch,
do
Sick
bitch,
chicken
noodle
soup
face
Calls
from
overseas
like
a
motherfucking
crusade
Crack
rock
and
you
can
hit
it
till
your
nose
hurt
Rooftop
Brooklyn,
made
this
shit
in
Covert
I
run
New
York,
I
run
New
York
I
run
New
York,
I
run
New
York
I'm
lyrical
and
I′m
general
Take
shots,
but
never
subliminal
Don't
stop,
continue
on
running
around
But
never
in
intervals,
can′t
stomach
the
shit
that
I'm
fin′na
do
Ya'll
niggas
want
the
shit
that
I'm
giving
you
If
you
front,
I′m
gonn
put
and
end
to
you
I′m
like
Scorpion,
bitch
I
will
finish
you
Make
it
nasty,
real,
real
nasty
Why
you
bitches
running
like
you
will
get
past
me?
Won't
happen,
you
bitches
could
get
on,
when
I′m
off
it
Try
to
cross
me
now,
you
be
going
in
a
coffin
It's
just
me,
myself
and
I
Talk
tough
shit
and
I′ma
beat
you
till
you
die
Ask
why?
Because
I'm
better
than
you′ll
ever
be
That's
why
shit
make
your
shit
seem
lighter
than
Heavy
D
Sick
bitch,
chicken
noodle
soup
face
Calls
from
oversea
like
a
motherfucking
crusade
Crack
rock
and
you
hit
it
till
your
nose
hurt
Rooftop
Brooklyn,
made
this
shit
in
Covert
I
run
New
York,
I
run
New
York
I
run
New
York,
I
run
New
York
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