Who Sang New York Shit? Sheek Louch feat. Havoc & Fat Joe

Fat Joe Beast Mode, Vol. 3 cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2019-5-17
length: 3:52
Lyrics
Hahaha
Aw, man

I got a nine on my waistline
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you ***** *** *****s no more
You could help a ***** out, he gon' still talk ****
And turn around and want more
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (get the **** up out my face)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (when the last time we talked?)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (nah, I don't need your number)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (monkeys out, *****)
No more

**** around and get hit up (facts)
Mom prayin' like, "Please, baby, get up" (get up babe)
*****s see your wounds, turn around and spit up (ill)
I ain't playin', Donnie came to **** **** up, yeah
This is that raw ****, New York
Winter time in front of the store, ****
Burnin' my weed with a stashbox real close (what up, *****?)
Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (feel a pulse)
Put your glass up, let's have a toast (salute)
Twenty years in this game, me, Kiss, and Ghost (L-O-X)
We stay away from them corny rappers that do the most
Gangstas, our careers ain't even close, yeah

Don't make me bust you, *****
Grew up together but I don't trust you, *****
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a ****in' punk, yeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your ***** breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left *****s 'cause they ain't right

Word, that's the same **** that I was sayin'
Gotta watch these *****s how these *****s be anglin'
Make 'em see stars so I start banglin'
Abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in
I said **** me, I feel the same then
Talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends
Fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties
'Spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty
The crown secure and I got a tip (word)
With the clips filled, the wrong word'll get you killed
Q.b. Reppin', ain't a thing changed
Grown man, see y'all *****s out playin' kid games
Twenty-twenty comin', things realer than it ever been
People are co-signin' **** y'all peddlin'?
Me and Sheek on a whole other wavelength
On point with it, let them fake *****s stay bent (yeah)

Don't make me bust you, *****
Grew up together but I don't trust you, *****
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a ****in' punk, yeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your ***** breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left *****s 'cause they ain't right (yeah)

Still keep guns in the panel
Shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my Louis camo
*****s say what's up but can't stand you
We call 'em New York undercovers, them *****'s done been cancelled
You know me, a little Wraith, a hot *****
Pharrell Chanel slides, I'm bumpin' that Pac ****
My daughter seen a squirrel, said, "Look, dad, a chinchilla"
Up in the Bronx, born killers, we been realer (been realer)
I catch a body like that ***** shotty
Run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody
Black turtleneck, black roddy
Had to get me on the tax, Joe Crack's the black Gotti
I pop **** 'cause they can't stop me
Who, him? He can't rob me
Your ***** a damn thottie
You know these raps, they be physical
You could feel it though
I know they said it, but he live it though

Don't make me bust you, *****
Grew up together but I don't trust you, *****
You let your feelings out when you drunk
Beef come, you run and hide like a ****in' punk, yeah
Top of the mornin'
Gun in her mouth while your ***** breath stinkin' and yawnin'
I had to talk to my young boy before he get life
Watch these left *****s 'cause they ain't right

Tracklist
Digital Media 1
  • 1 On That Shit
  • 2 Good Good
  • 3 Making Plays
  • 4 New York Shit
  • 5 The Fiend
  • 6 Alone

  • Release information
    country(area): France
    format: Digital Media
    script: Latin