Turn the beat up, yeah

New York, New York; wake up LA

Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' ^!$$%s takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' ^!$$%s got life today

Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day

I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away

They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well

Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone

New York, New York; good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face

Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some %#@! just never make sense like Magic and AIDS

Some %#@! just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
^!$$%s trappin' today just like back in the day

We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 %#@! slappin' today
We got these ^!$$%s boxed in like Cassius Clay

And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like:"who gon' pass away? who gon' blast today? who gon' have to pray?"

New York, New York
Good morning L.A. My ^!$$% Hayes blew him and his wife away


This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good ^!$$%, I never saw that coming. My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family, I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss