From MIA To NY

[Intro: D-Cell & Cuban Link]
This is what it sounds like when them slugs fly
D-Cell, fuckin' with my nigga Cuban Link
M.O.B., CLK, marked for life, see your squad
Let's ride out on these niggas, dawg

[Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link]
From MIA to NY (We OGs)
Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze)
And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please)
Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide

[Verse 1: D-Cell]
Don't fuck with these bitch-made niggas who booted blood
I run with my get-paid niggas, weekly and month
I'm hungry now, fuck that, no starvin', bitch
So don't come at D-Cell on that Harvard shit
I scar your clique but really though, this ain't that song
Your homeboy say you pussy, dawg, you can't be wrong
But long like a thong, I'm strong like a target's night
And no, I ain't signed yet, bitch, I'm marked for life
It's hard to write, y'all never that, it's hard to stop
And with a thinner flathead, ain't nothin' hard to cock
My cars is ace of spades from the bottom of the deck
You be the king of the club, I be the father of my TEC-9
Quicker than a jet climb, I'm the ultimate heist
More brutal than a cage match with ultimate fights
I'm gully and height but laid back like Snoop on hydro
I love a white woman, I just can't stand five-o
New York to Miami, got a family of goons
And you can smell my real niggas when we step in the room
My syndicate squad, real G's who hit real hard
So don't get stressin', you a dealer 'cause you flip these cards

[Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link]
From MIA to NY (We OGs)
Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze)
And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please)
Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide
From MIA to NY (We OGs)
Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze)
And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please)
Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide

[Interlude: Cuban Link]
We ain't letting him slide
Nigga, ain't no more free passes around here
Ya heard? Give me five minutes, motherfucker
Matter fact, it's too late for that shit

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is C (Cuba)
New to the B-A, straight out the PJs, reppin' the M.O.B. way
Motherfuck what he say, nigga, this is how we play
Don't make me relay that message to your DJ
Beef, fuck a piece sake, poppin' open the briefcase
Cockin', loadin' the .38, cock and smoke 'em like Freebase
I bring the heatwave, it doesn't pay to be brave
You still in Pre-K, nigga, can't even pee straight
Nothin' but a cliche, on my D-I-C-K
Your runs are pre-paid, buyin' them off of eBay
You hot like BK, nigga, it's what the streets say
The ghetto gangsta hangin' out with the D-A
Cowards are more like chihuahuas, actin' like they pitbulls
I pity the fool 'cause he spits bulls, pitiful
Give him a rude awakening like Rick Rude
Pistols, missiles, this dude's fish food
Youse a bitch too, nigga, you was never hard
You should've never started, I'ma tear your head apart
You got better odds, gettin' with ten bodyguards
Hundred guns, hundred clips, rollin' in them armored cars

[Chorus: D-Cell & Cuban Link]
From MIA to NY (We OGs)
Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze)
And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please)
Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide
From MIA to NY (We OGs)
Own these streets where many men die (We cock and squeeze)
And we known to make them things fly (So nigga, please)
Leave you curled up like a French fry, we ain't letting him slide

[Outro: Cuban Link]
Yeah, Snowpak, where you at?
D-Cell, my nigga Level
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