Artist: Dres (formerly of Black Sheep) Album: The Sureshot Redemption Song: New York City Niggas Typed by: OHHLA.com see I bee your true choice...Mind mine, as overtime, I got the bite when I write - I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm outasight - take flight - or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew moving just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we got the tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but the fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few get roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme - they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A. ....They supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink your battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away from Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas like they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme rocker..I gets up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin like a sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many a thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the seldom walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2 Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your hero...but yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn your lights out HOOK