[Intro]Turn the beat up, yeah[Verse]New York, New York; wake up LAWave hi to the Chi, let's get right todayI heard them lil' niggas takin' their life awayI heard a couple lil' niggas got life todayIs it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?She on her knees so she know what it's like to prayShe got religious so she doin' it twice a dayI strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice todayWhen you got money on yo' head it's a price to payAnd it get cold in the hood, put your ice awayThey locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bailBut a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"Oh well, oh wellHang him with a confederate flag in his cellLet him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bonesJust remember who casted the first stoneNew York, New York; good morning LASay hi to the Chi, celebrate with the BayNo hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a KHow's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDSSome shit just never make sense like bashin' the gaysObama must be in the city, it's traffic todayNiggas trappin' today just like back in the dayWe like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yayAnd that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' todayWe got these niggas boxed in like Cassius ClayAnd my Ferragamo belt where that ratchet stay'Cause the police killing too many blacks todayI wake up in the morning like: "Who gon' pass away?Who gon' blast today? Who gon' have to pray?"New York, New York; good morning LAMy nigga Hayes blew him and his wife away[Outro]This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good niggaI never saw that comingMy prayers are with Stephanie's entire familyI am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
