Ny Shining - The Game

Yo I’m in NY York on the block, I know you see that it’s snowing

Jesus Piece, got Jesus piece, both of the shits glowin'

Stussy jacket, hoodie on, fucking wind blowin

G start, Jordan 3's fly like Bowen

And now that I got everybody fuckin attention

Let address this bitch ass nigga going on the Kendrick'

Said that album trash, nigga you full of gas

Poke holes in you, let you fill up the New-York cab'

Nigga in believes, all into his feeling

Cause he did 10 years for shootin at the ceiling

Diddi gave you a mill, lil nigga should’ve chilled

Cute curly side-burns talkin bout it real

Check my resume, any nigga want it — I bury him

But fuck this nigga, he can’t get into America

I’m ‘bout to hit Brooklyn, fuck on his bitch Erica

Bust a nut, call a cabbie cut

After I tear it up and we just meditate

Gave it a pole, the day after election date

Bitches was on section 8, tryina get a section 8

Already came, this a rap like a.

Hurricane Sandy got this bitch lights out

She fell asleep then a girl got piped out

It means the type hoes, NBA niggas wife out

And these my side bitches, nigga what your life 'bout

Mine’s bout, gunz in the stash, the Chrys' piped out

That’s 300C and Christ iced out

3 kids, all 3 closets Nike’d out

And I’m biopolar, see 40 block lights out

Word on the street — bitch niggas suing me

Sent the cops to my door nigga' how you a G?

I ain’t beefin with the pigs, this you and me

And I spit the same 16 at your eulogy

Cough up a lung, where I’m from

Compton son, ain’t nothing nice!