Jay-Z Nymp Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh
This is educated thug MU-SIC, n____z

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you, tryin to maintain your course
through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough
Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code
Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle
(bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you
Not only c__eheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz
after you, up the avenue
Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin to make you miss summer, s___, that ain't cool
I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like

Chorus: Jay-Z

N.Y.M.P., the realest n____z
N.Y.M.P., the realest n____z
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest
Marcy.. Brooklyn..

[Jay-Z]
Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
n____z throwin me shade, but ain't s___ sunny
Hot shells only thing n____z could get from me
c___tails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM
I'm so confrontational;
they shoulda never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler; except that..
no correctional facilities can correct that
I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
It's where that dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street smart n____z got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as f___ before ice
Not before Christ, but a long f___in time
Get your mind right n____z

Chorus: Jay-Z

N.Y.M.P., the realest
Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest n____z
Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest n____z
Marcy.. feel me..

[Jay-Z]
I looked Death in the face years back
I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give
I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?
Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I still pop him
s___ I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now
I think big when I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha
Between life and death, they killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I ? myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
cause I used to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college
Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?

Chorus: Jay-Z

Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest n____z
Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest n____z
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest n____z
Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me

[Jay-Z]
Educated, thug mu-sic n____z
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
Real s___, N.Y.M.P. the realest n____z
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds
f___ with me