Lyrics Five Boroughs - Linkz Boogz

Yo when it's hot, it's hot, you can't change the heat
But life can get real cold in these New York streets
Even though it gets loud when the trains is passing
And it gets real loud when them K's is blasting
It starts getting quiet as the days is passing
Every quarter of the year we gotta change our fashion
It was blazing, now we gotta wear our jackets
We be blazing everyday, it ain't all bad son
Bums asking for change and never change
Drinking Georgi on the block, all day on milk crates
To open fire hydrants and Mr. Softee milk shakes
To popping wheelies in the hood on a bike with some ill brakes
37th's the ave to 35th
It's all numbers I don't know how the fuck you get lost kid
Take Junction straight down and end up in LaGuardia
Be aggressive, guarantee they be wanting no part of ya
The Daily News and The New York Times report the New York crimes
Gotta be strong not to lose your mind
The fast life, be smart how you use your time
You make it here then anywhere you go, you'll be fine
A moon child, yea i'm cool with the goons
But that don't mean that i'm responsible for any of the things they do
They peoples is my peoples they could bring they crew
They was just patiently waiting for the Linkz-Tape 2

Yea we here dog, New York City
La gran manzana
The rotten apple
Make history, live now not mañana
Yea we here and you know what it is
We been thorough
I rep the five boroughs
The concrete jungle
We here and I know you could hear
It's the Linkz-Tape 2
Here to show the whole world how the fuck we do

We hear sirens all day but disregard that shit
Out here "being grimy" is what you call that shit
You think it's hell the way you see smoke coming out the ground
Drop a piece of bread and watch a flock of pigeons come around
Open up a pack of bogies everybody wants one now
Everybody likes to hate but they swagger jack your style
Competition is the way we was built
So we love to shut 'em down every time niggas testing our skills
But on the reals
I love how it feels cause i'm the illest
It's a thrill, giving people the chills the way I kill it
Top billin' like Milk and Gizmo
You know what it is though
Live faster than Gran Turismo
I stay fresh and I got mad machismo
Cause Corona Barber Shop Plus is where I get my chisel
It's my story in the city that never sleeps
In the night time the streets full of villains and creeps
All my little cousins want flights and visas
But they might need Jesus
Cause the block stay hot like a slice of pizza
In ten minutes get the weather on the ones
When you see me and my whole crew together better run
Cause we holding it down in the Q.U.
When strangers come around we press them like who you?
They don't wanna fuck around, these rappers is doo-doo
In the Hip-Hop world everybody know who rules

Yea we here dog, New York City
La gran manzana
The rotten apple
Make history, live now not mañana
Yea we here and you know what it is
We been thorough
I rep the five boroughs
The concrete jungle
We here and I know you could hear
It's the Linkz-Tape 2
Here to show the whole world how the fuck we do