Tri-Boro lyrics

Wreck Records ft. Natural Elements - “Tri-Boro”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Sample (Melody): Nina Simone - “I Can’t See Nobody” (0:00)]

[Intro: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
L-Swift: Yeah, yeah. Take a trip through the boroughs. One time. One time, yo
Mr. Voodoo: Right, right. Yeah, right, right. Right, yeah, yeah, yeah. Brooklon

[Bridge: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
Ayyo
View from Uptown, Brooklyn-bound
Bronx, Queens, and Long Island sound
Even other cities come writing exact
But it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]
[All]
From
City to city, from state to state
Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for
[L-Swift]
My borough
[A-Butta]
Nah, my borough
[Mr. Voodoo]
Nah, my borough
[All]
Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
Ayyo
I rest up in the Bronx, where the people are fresh
Bust a shot, make you bleed in your vest—indeed, it’s stress. I’m on
The Iron Horse, 2 Line, laidback, but don’t forget
The .45—check your train map. I’ll load, c*ck back
Release and aim that at the perimeter of where your brain at
You know where you could check the game at: Yankee Stadium
161, po’ n*ggy patrolling ‘round the clock
That’s ‘cause central booking’s only down the block
The sound of shots got you ducking under park benches
Your heart flinches, n*ggas jumping over sharp fences
I see your Puerto Rican dime, my man, and get a friend
Seemed like the Section 5 and Valley beef would never end
So we’re proceeding on the freeway late, state police
Is creeping while you’re half-asleep and on the Deegan deep-end
Canine sniffing the stashbox you keep your weed in
But I ain’t trying to hear the rights they’re reading, so we’re breezing
Even them n*ggas say the Bronx is terrific
It is kind of different, Northeast to be specific
Where your wages at? I say they’re fat, I’m from the borough where
Hip hop was created at. That’s why we’re doing this from…
[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo] (x2)
[All]
From
City to city, from state to state
Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for
[L-Swift]
My borough
[A-Butta]
Nah, my borough
[Mr. Voodoo]
Nah, my borough
[All]
Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 2: A-Butta]
I’m from the moneymaking
Island (Where?), 125 to be exact. Son, I’m
Trying to put Manhattan on the map and that’s that
Used to troop to Tent & Trails to boost Face knapsacks and backslap
The fake cats who yap their wack raps. I got a
Stash of fat sacks so I could whip a black Ac’, and if not
I’ll walk the ground Uptown, rocking my Nikes when po-9’s
Watching the heist up in Washington Heights, when thug
n*ggas on the corner stay starting a fight in front
Of grocery stores, broad-day, sparking a light
Downtown, tunnel-dumping, it’s a part of the sights
Late-night, jet to the Ville, chilling out in the dark, we’re spitting
Game to chickenheads in the park—it’s all a art
Jigging Feds in their heart—you know the drilly, black. Straight from
The City That’ll Never Sleeps. You better keep some heavy heat
Within your leather piece. I represent the streets from Uptown
To the Lower East Side, puffing the lye
Word life, NY bust a slug in the sky
Know’m saying? Grant Projects, baby, 125, yo
[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo] (x2)
[All]
From
City to city, from state to state
Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for
[L-Swift]
My borough
[A-Butta]
Nah, my borough
[Mr. Voodoo]
Nah, my borough
[All]
Nah, the Tri-Borough

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
From a cell to the street, feets-first, I burst from my mom’s
Shell to the place where the warriors dwell
Brooklon, it look calm—don’t be deceived ‘cause it’s filled with the
Illest and crookedest n*ggas that ever breathed
Honeys that look like Jada but they’re trifling old b*tches
With razors to slice you and leave you with telephone pole stitches
Holding stacks ‘cause we roll in packs, and every day’s like
April 15th, and y’all n*ggas know it’s tax
When we assemble, y’all tremble. We live for the jux
Took off the “B” and add a “C” for the Crook
Who descend upon the Earth like the Four Horsemen to rob
Plunder, pillage a town or village like the Norsemen
Quick to take aim and blast a .38 snub-nosed
And we’re the reason why all the hip hop clubs close

[Hook: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]
[All]
From
City to city, from state to state
Natural E, and we’re raising the stakes, and we’re doing this for
[L-Swift]
My borough
[A-Butta]
Nah, my borough
[Mr. Voodoo]
Nah, my borough
[All]
Nah, the Tri-Borough
[L-Swift]
And that’s it