[Styles P]
New York City and New York gritty
They was lyin´ if they told you that New York pretty
Better stay up on your hustle, stay New York witty

Forever, make a move, though New York with me

[Dave East & Styles P]
Yeah, more paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down
No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh
More paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down
No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh

[Dave East]
The one´s ain´t got shit to talk about always speak the most
It´s East and Ghost, a brick of coke and a key of dope
Black hoodie jump out that sprinter and you could see the smoke
They don´t check the artists it´s on me, right underneath my coat
Suspended license on my way to Yonkers, speedin´
Scared to sleep, every time I close my eyes, I see a demon
I don´t know ´bout you but we used to rob niggas for no reason, before I got famous
You feel a weight, then come get even, I´m wreakin´
Old or illegal, got dope for your needles, that sugar hill bag

Sold to your auntie, shit make me feel bad
Couldn´t get them Jordans to go to school, shit made me real mad
Signed to Def Jam talkin´ pounds and I probably still grab
You know what´s up, the pistol black and the coke is cut
This ain´t a beanie, its a ski mask, I just rolled it up
Champagne interior, Moet colored the Rover guts
Now I´m on College drinkin´ Deuce out a coconut

[Dave East & Styles P]
More paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down

No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh
More paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down
No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh

[Styles P]
Close to the edge, got that forty five close to your head
You talkin´ shit but you ain´t never spoke to the dead
I like to chill and get wealthy, just smoke ´til I´m red
You heard they gangsters, heard them niggas spoke to the feds

But I ain´t see the paperwork, I keep it quiet ´cause you know how the hater works
It´s Dark Force Vader work
Choke a nigga way across the room, that´s the way to work
Starin´ at the picture, seen the picture move
Jumped in the picture, can you picture how I get to you?
Told East, we could touch the book, make the scripture move
Told East, we could touch a killer, make a pistol move
Ghost is still provin´ shit, I ain´t got shit to prove
I could see the money play, send my shit in large bills
Know it as the Devil´s game, understand it´s God´s field

Every now and then, I just wonder how God feel
You the card dealer, you should know how the cards feel
Ghost, nigga

[Dave East & Styles P]
More paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down
No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh
More paper than I can count
New York get hot, go down south, start with an ounce
Cut from a different cloth, there ain´t no calmin´ me down

No need for no introduction ´cause we the hardest in town, uh