| Hmm
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| New York Ryder Music
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| Ride
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| «Alright»
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| Can’t believe it
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| It’s Propane and Premo, he’s Scorsese, I’m Pacino
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| He a Gang Starr legend, I’m a real OG though
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| It’s that New York rider music they bump in the streets, yo
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| My Brownsvillain niggas that be letting that heat go
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| The streets know, and plus the police chief know
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| It’s deep in New York, we be playing for keeps, yo
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| Get caught slipping, yeah, we rock you to sleep, yo
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| «Alright»
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| My city’s a problem, straight Bronx, Brooklyn to Harlem
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| Niggas try to maintain, they’re start 'em
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| In Queens, they’re robbing, snatch their wallies out then stomp them
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| So don’t come around here often
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| From OT flossing, you get sent back in the coffin
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| Staten Island, yeah, they’re known for extortion
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| New Yorkers will kill you, young shotters quick to peel you
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| If you ain’t gangster, we will reveal you
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| Preem
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| «Alright», «This is all real»
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| This that New York rider music, that New York rider music
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| «If you think this is the end, this is only the beginning
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| It’s that New York rider music, playing for keeps
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| «Alright», «This is all real»
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| This that New York rider music, that New York rider music
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| «If you think this is the end, this is only the beginning
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| It’s that New York rider music, playing for keeps
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| Yo
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| My west coast homies, rep LA, from Watts to Compton
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| In the Bay, you don’t want no problems
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| Them dudes will solve 'em, my Detroit players, they mobbing
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| In the Chi, they be calling me Jordan
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| Going hard in Houston, OG’s in New Orleans
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| Katrina survivors, those in coffins
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| Y’all took some losses, New York, we done lost the towers
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| But we ain’t lose hip-hop, it’s ours
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| My New York riders, c’mon, it was born inside us
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| That’s why my state is the livest
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| Real niggas know that, every time we see a fitted and throwback
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| Putting grills in your mouth, all that shit is all black
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| Y’all know that, niggas want to be like Slick Rick
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| You’re 'bout to get Vicked, so think quick
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| New Yorkers will kill you, young shotters quick to peel you
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| If you ain’t gangster, we will reveal you
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| Preem
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| «Alright», «This is all real»
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| This that New York rider music, that New York rider music
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| «If you think this is the end, this is only the beginning
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| It’s that New York rider music, playing for keeps |