HI-TEK FT JADAKISS, PAPOOSE, RAEKWON & TALIB KWELI WHERE IT STARTED Lyrics

[Intro: Hi-Tek] (*Sample)
(*Where do I Start?) Let's see what they wanna hear?

[Chorus: Dion] (Jadakiss) (*Sample) (**New York Sample) (***Sample)
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (**New York) (No doubt)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (**New York) (Hi-Tek!!!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (**New York, New York) (Woo!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
(***We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!)
(*With that first tunnel!)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke
Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder
Ari, haze, diesel, sour
Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's
Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy
Tellin' in is not nice, lot of n____z got life
Everything is good in my bank except cop dice
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them
So they bootleg them now everybody sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now

[Chorus: Dion] (Papoose) (*Sample) (**New York Sample)
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at (**New York)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score go to war like a jarhead (**New York)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (**New York, New York)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Hi-Tek Hi-Tek, Papoose Pa-poose)
(*With that first tunnel!)

[Verse 2: Papoose]
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my b____
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout you ballin, look you wanna ball
Word on the streets, n____z ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes
Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues not me I pay attention
Call it New York cause we keep reinventin

[Chorus: Dion] (*Sample) (**New York Sample)
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at (**New York)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score go to war like a jarhead (**New York)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (**New York, New York)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
(*With that first tunnel!)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like a capilary
Roaches and rats on every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallways
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock the Northface cold like winter
I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life n____z word
f___ the talking it's a New York thing
We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what

[Chorus: Dion] (Raekwon) (*Sample) (**New York Sample)
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at (**New York)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fed
For the score go to war like a jarhead (**New York)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (**New York, New York)
(My n____ my n____ whattup, Tek you did it again n____!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
(Word up I love that) (*With that first tunnel!)

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke n____z rap when they feast
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud and have the hood stylin good talent most of us fell off from
Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin
Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it
Schemin on somethin green, we eagles on the chef found it
While I take a trip back my first little pack
Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin crack
Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off
We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and yap pockets
Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin by the sword, a hundred n____z daily
Who get on the board and kill for some proper live on them acres board