Can't Make It in NY - Black Rob

Can’t make it in New York… I dunno

Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you

Stop playing if the game’s too real for you

before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you

Steal for you, kill for you

Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you

Stop playing if the game’s too real for you

before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you

Steal for you, kill for you

I lost money in New York

Made money in New York

Little shorties had lost the grenades for me in New York

Respect the haters lov for me in New York

And blood is thicker than watr for me in New York

I survived in New York

Saved lives in New York

Get too big for your britches, you could die in New York

Coming up I watch dudes get money effortlessly

And come through with them new whips, paper game

Writing checks in large amounts

Take your life savings and your dough in your charge accounts

Three card, Josslers and mobsters, dope fiends and dustheads, and rastas

Nowadays we getting money so cautious

Shit was buckwil' back when Koch was in office

Dude so lawless, y’all know steak and swordfish pushing Lamborghinis and

Porsches

As long as there’s a sucker born every minute, we gonna get it

Screw the mayor governor, the president, us senate

Guess we coming through hat low windows tinted

Ya l still do the do but I do it like Frank Matthews

Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you

Stop playing if the game’s too real for you

before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you

Steal for you, kill for you

Uptown and downtown getting paper in two places

Shit the phantom put tips on shoelaces

Running in new faces weed and blow wherever you go

Blackjacks, kings, and aces

Even in jail, my time went fast, cats talking out they ass

About hitting me with consignment

What?

Talk’s of living all plush when

Dudes came home fucked up came up work construction

Whatever talent you got you can apply out in New York

Whatever you selling they gonna buy it

I can’t deny it a vic is a vic

Ask dudes pimping them chicks man, a trick is a trick

Man’s s’all gonna bring home paper to eat with

One learned how to do it sit back and peep shit

I was a student before I became a teacher

I know a preacher with about as much soul as a cheap pair of sneakers

Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for you

Stop playing if the game’s too real for you

before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for you

Steal for you, kill for you