[Intro: AZ]
Yea Devine Intervention
Miliato, Begetz, AZ
Quiet Money Presents

[Verse 1: Half-A-Mil]
Now the twin towers done blew up
N***as seen the footage and threw up
I got platinum bullets for y'all to chew up
Mil-latin the dog done grew up
Is it still Manhatten, I speak street slang arab-a-latin
My gunz speak rat-a-ta-in, understand my lingo
I'm from Albany Afganistan
Fuck Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and spray Z-gas
On ya faggot ass, Allahu Akbar, make 767's crash
Smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash
I keep a half a pound of cash, I thought I told you cats
I'm not a rapper, rock a G on my chest that stands for God
Fuck Dan, I'm dapper, prada from head to toe
Dollars, cherries in the moe, you fake ass pimps, get my chips
So I'm burying you and your hoes
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show
So every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow
I'm guaranteed to flow, puffing that magic weed
Knowledge itself, n***a, that's what you need
So fuck you and those crabs that you feed, tell 'em holla at me
[Hook: AZ]
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know

[Verse 2: Begetz]
I work for a quarter million in dope, a million dollars in cash
1.5 under the bathroom stash, put that little ass gun away, n***a
Step up your murder game, still fucking with weed
Step up to heroine, Cardiay diamond links no more gold chains
Vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain
I'm the one to watch n***as don't cover your eyes
So many eyes on my watch got 'em hypnotized
Fuckin' with hustlers, ballin' like rap n***as
Throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap n***as
The nine M&M ain't sweet like candy
Got mines on me, front row with a Grammy
Slugs on the left and lust on the right
Fuck an award, boo, we'll take you home tonight
Milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof
Damn near crashed in valet off that over proofed shit, we drunk
[Hook: AZ]
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know

[Verse 3: AZ]
I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs
Just tryin to live, fuck gettin stuck with a bid
N***as I fuck with now, used to fuck with his kids
Slim dude, food never stuck to my ribs
Been tried on occasions, I lie with persuasion
Hustled out of town, nearly died in a Days Inn
Breezed on a turnpike, received then returned kites
Cold D to O.G homie n***a earn strikes
Burnt mics, left 'em there to sizzle for shizzle
You know the dizzle my nizzle, I'm so visual
All jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle
Blew a few mil and still official, B.IG., we still miss you
The games real fickle, it's two thou' and a nickel
N***a trying to go triple until I'm there with you
A wheel chair cripple, It's no secret
I'ma keep it popping like a pistol
[Hook: AZ]
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know
New York, New York with blood in your ice
Put numbers on your head, killa, name your price
We gets love where ever we go
'Cause the street life is all we know, it's all we know