L.I. to N.Y. (remix)

I'm from L.I. straight out of N.Y
Living life to the fullest so can't you tell I
Don't give a fuck cuz the world's to blame
I got nothing to lose and all to gain
So where you from?

I'm from L.I. straight out of N.Y
Living life to the fullest so can't you tell I
Don't give a fuck cuz the world's to blame
I got nothing to lose and all to gain

[Coal Cash]

Hopped on a train, a lot of N.Y. it's all the same
Thugs holding the reign while the beast the one to blame
For the reign of flaming metal, but Hip-Hop more like a kettle
Peddles ?? up in the corners so I bumped into the devil
Island rebel breaking the level, malevolent vessel
To spit on special people, upheaval to wrestle evil
Leave you less than feeble when smashing your weasel chest
With a legal arrest from all my people from east to west
New York is stressed, rest on Long Island, with els reclining
Pop bottles on virgin hymen, the version of urban rhyming
Confine with these serpents signing to labels, ?? fables
Unable to turn the tables, I cradle these fallen angels
Unstable but all the angles and tangles strangle the truth
The excuse in the proof you can't handle dangles the noose
Til the roots run rampant with ramble you scramble through
Use my youth and life as example, I gamble too
But my boots have grown heavy as anvils, I trample through
Execute it like a black ops commander with Rambo's moves
In a groove just so hard to handle for ample fools
Wrote the rules on a wic of a candle to burn out schools
Got the tools I could use to dismantle the industry
Drop the jewels of a vandal and handle it instantly
Cuz it fuels me with ammo verse their Nano-technology
They got light bending camo with a ?? threat probably
Repped by economy commonly kept til death
Taste the breath from our flesh and there's no one left to honor me
I might be on beats speaking heat from the deep
Through the darkness I creep, shake your carcass from its sleep
Cuz it's heartless in the streets and the beast is watching
I stay dodging the police, cuz them D's is plotting
On these streets we copping but they ain't locking me for shit
If you's a rebel with an el, spark it and take a hit..cuz

[Hook]

[Tabs]

The 5-1-6 to the 6-3-1, you better buy guns quick cuz it's begun
If you're with me son throw your hands in the air
If you question the intention then the answer is here
I'm a Strong Island native talking born and bred
And I've been living life with a price on my head
But I smile at my enemies, a tendency to laugh at danger
Riding past strangers, whip looking like a gas chamber
Smell the smoke when I rush past ya, of course I get down
I'm from spliff town, home of the dutch masters
And I haven't changed at all
Since back in the days when I used to blaze and ball in front the Smith Haven Mall
Telling emcees they just suck, their stuff's such trash
??? of your trash, so what's up with some puff puff pass
You'll get fucked up fast from this brand of street justice
So grit your teeth and love it while you beat your meat puppet
From the streets of East Suffolk where we fuck with that true sound
So whose down to cruise town with a crew full of booze hounds
You clowns cannot harm me
I'm an indispensable general in God's army like Dr. King and Bob Marley
And that's who I run with so come spit homie
Riding around kicking dumb shit from your one trip pony
And I don't understand it, it's like I'm from another planet
So if you're hungry for some trouble I'll feed your ass a knuckle sandwich
And you can't defend, it's like trying to prevent a plague
When I vent a rage with a boiling point of a thousand degree centigrade
We will never fade, we been wylin since birth
And there's no denying we're from the strongest island on Earth
That's why it's fam strictly when I hit these streets
Equipped to rip each beat til I'm six feet deep
And for what it's worth, we're all wylin out
Tryna flood the Earth with a sound wave from Long Island sound..cuz

[Hook]