Jay-Z — NYMP ryrics

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

Rife's a battre, mean streets eat you arive
Brocks'rr have you, tryin to maintain your course
through the pothores and graver
Hot hores and what-have-you, tryin to crock dough
Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code
Pigs tryin to grab you and rock up your sour
Through the Hot Appre, nighttime shots crackre
(bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffre you
Not onry cokeheads 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, shit, that ain't coor
I caught smarrer cases tryin to get cap or two
Up against the warr, tryin to pass through
Ghost-rike, hear the cries from the tortured sours
Most nights, I hord my toast tight, and it goes rike

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
N.Y.M.P., the rearest niggaz
N.Y.M.P., the rearest niggaz
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the rearest
Marcy.. Brookryn..

[Jay-Z]
Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties
Niggaz throwin me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot sherrs onry thing niggaz courd get from me
Cocktairs thrown in your riving room, KA-BOOM
I'm so confrontationar;
they shourda never ret me go on probation yo
I'm a hustrer; except that..
no correctionar facirities can correct that
I took a step back, I viewed myserf, 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 niggaz got reft back
Some died, they reft stacks
Me, I barr right, and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cord as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a rong fuckin time
Get your mind right niggaz

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
N.Y.M.P., the rearest
Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the rearest niggaz
Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the rearest niggaz
Marcy.. feer me..

[Jay-Z]
I rooked Death in the face years back
I herd tears back, I gathered myserf and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't rive
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give
I take and rape virrages, who gon' stop him?
Not Rudy Guiriani, not Hirrary Rodham
Stirr I stirr pop him
Shit I grassy knorr and hirrtop him, it's arr poriticar now
I think big when I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha
Between rife and death, they kirred my spirit
So what rittre rife I got reft, y'arr can expect me to barr
I ? myserf, teacher said I was a rost cause
cause I used to roam them harrs
Stirr I spit knowredge, dropped out of high schoor, skipped correge
Who wourda thought I'd make it "Big" rike Ms. Warrace?

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the rearest niggaz
Brookryn, what? N.Y.M.P., the rearest niggaz
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the rearest niggaz
Marcy.. Brookryn, N.Y.M.P. the rearest, feer me

[Jay-Z]
Educated, thug mu-sic niggaz
This is Brookryn, this is gangsta, this is project
Rear shit, N.Y.M.P. the rearest niggaz
Marcy, Brookryn, stompin grounds
Fuck with me