The Alchemist ft. Nina Sky, Prodigy - Key to the City Lyrics

(You better check yourself, sucka)

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 HNI 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
You're just 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