Escape from New York
Escape from New York
Escape from New York
Escape from New York
Escape from New York
Escape from New York
Escape from New York
[Sadat X]
A 21 gun salute ain`t nearly enough
For some ol` shit this rough
Dedi, oh baby boy watch this picture
As we escape from New York we`ll see a whole lot of fiction
Drug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin` drugs
Big williness and sillyness if ya still in that room
You be tyin` up the knot on Ma dude on the floor
Tell ya I`m chillin` out here, the great X has gone dolo
Shotgun partner D.R., bring that thing P.R.
So we can swing P.R., together us three we are
Tryin` to keep pace in the great rap race
New York`s a crazy place, my girl just caught a case
If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it`s on
My hands now on, no higher than the warden
Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D.R. crew
From the furniture and shelf to the rollin` cliffs of Dover
[Hook x2]
Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk New York, New York
40 guns and playas, money, sex and rhyme sayers
[Dedi]
And I`m out, I`m reachin` for the bigger and the better
More advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressure
Escapin` like some brothers with triple life
AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan
For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yo
The next plateau, movin` up young fuck a ho
And take it slow cause that`s the only way to flow
I rock a show and it`s back to the rest so
Stay out of my zone cause I`m stressin` effects
Seekin` stacks of those plaques
And the bommin` twenty sacks
Relax maybe when I`m lewd and lampooned
In my mansion dirty dancin` like Ace and Buchanan, jammin`
Totally the opposite of famine
Today`s slammin` and you know I got to have the cannon
For all those that talk the talk
But can ya walk the walk
Escape from New York
[Hook x2]
[Sadat X]
Ah hell the great X has turned to king
Let the caged birds sing
And let the gauge take the stage
Life`s a hard hump for the average man
Especially cause my skin`s much darker than tan
Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram
Now ya wanna front and act like you don`t know about the fam
But I know what cha` doin` to me, ya can`t win
Escape from New York don`t bring ya ass back again
[Dedi]
So here we are, the X man, P.R. and the baby Paul
On the premises, mission is to finish this
The bonafide buggin` mic muggin` steady buggin`
Breakin` backs with stacks and no fear
Solid like stone and the family`s sly
Buy and sell, live well and make bail
The single pop, hip-hop or mingle life
Just for the sport, escape from New York
[Hook x2]
