Key To The City - Nina Sky, Prodigy, The Alchemist

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very

New York, New Yorkin'

Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

Yeah, let me tell you how I feel…

Yo, I keep it real hood, I’m making them

My deal’s good, I’m eating so you know that my meal’s good

They ask me how I’m living, I just tell them I’m still good

Still going hard, point guard, because I handle the bill good

Push pedal to metal, still handle the wheel good

I drop shit, yeah you know that I spill good

My name good, slick talking, my game good

Architect of rap, I’m shaping the frame wood

Caked up, try to make a move and get shaked up

Put down to the ground and get scraped up

I wake up, throw my sneakers on and then lace up

Go hit the chop shop and get shaped up

I’m in it to win it, there’s no limit so I’m raising the stakes up

My dice game is so outrageous, because I go all out

Like when I’m rocking sold out stages

Now my rap book is flooded, got to throw out pages

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very

New York, New Yorkin'

Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

(You better check yourself, sucka!)

They want me to, get on my grizzly

And rap like I’m sixteen, they say P got lazy

Lately, he gets busy

You heard the Mac is back, the H.N.I Shizzy

Same niggas with me, since the beginning

You see Havoc and Twin, Gotti and God

Noyd and Ty Nitty, we define the city

Of New York, you’re too soft

My shit so hardcore it knock you off course

I, I get money, you see me in the video

I, I get paid, I, I’m so made

It’s, money over bum bitches, youse' a civilian

I’m an infamous soldier, in a G-Unit fitted

It’s, Dutch Schultz and, Bumpy Johnson

The hoodlum nigga, squeeze my trigger at your noggin'

I ain’t for the nonsense, it’s gonna be a body on the ground

Keep fuck around…

Keep testing the water, you gone' surely drown

Alchemist will hold you down

You got that cocaine, but it’s doper than dope

You’re in the wrong lane

Your little umbrella won’t protect you from the reign (rain)

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very

New York, New Yorkin'

Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh