New York Rap

[Sheek Louch:]
LOX!
What's ya name again? Donnie G (D-Block!)
Who else with' you, fam? (S-P!)
Wave the Ruger at these haters
This New York rap, who else with' you? (Al Qaeda)

Don-Don,.38 revolve in the brown bag
Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag
In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged
Sheek's still banging, I ain't waving the red flag
The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across
His ghostly bones said "Rise up with green moss"
Uh, smoke blowing on a weave
Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze
Condos in Miami, I ain't even use the keys
Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves
Cash and big guns, be with' them OGs
Levis, white ups, City Lab tees
Nick said "Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home" (New York!)
Them Dirty Harrys sitting on me, all chrome
Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome
This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam
Safety on Glock, ice on rock
I rep Biggie since Rick Ross repping Pac

[Styles P:]
I don't like too many rappers, or niggas
If you see me talking to cowards, it's all figgas
Gotta be ready to die to war with' us
Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more with' us
Chop it up, bag it up, set it up
I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up
I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up
Talking to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator
You faking, nigga, I get it shaking
I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken
I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breaking
Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac coming next
You can suck my dick, you said The LOX ain't the best
Now yell pause and no homo that
And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at
Yeah, another one by the NE sign
Stab him in the face with the pen he signed
Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback

[Jadakiss:]
Yo, I'm the one that make the car start: Engine
Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga: Binging
This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in
I'm really in these streets, they pretending
You compare him to these creeps? You offend him
Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them
Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there
It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there
Now just let the haze burn
Bullets don't ever change, they always burn
Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms
Everybody's a baller, then I must be Dave Stern
Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs
Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm?
Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda
L-O-X, the criminology coordinators
(What?)