Jay Z – NYMP + Lyrics

Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), known professionally as Jay-Z  is an American rapper, songwriter. Use this Download link below to get this track from Jay-Z which he titled NYMP and also Play and share this song by Jay-Z which he titled NYMP.


Lyrics of NYMP by Jay-Z

Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uh
This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggas

Life’s a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks’ll have you, trying to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what-have-you, trying to clock dough
Foes trying to pop shots through you by code
Pigs trying to grab you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle
(Bucka bucka bucka) fiends trying to gaffle you
Not only coke heads but the Feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the avenue
Trying to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Trying to make you miss summer, shit, that ain’t cool
I caught smaller cases trying to get capital
Up against the wall, trying to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like

Uh, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas
N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas
Uh, uh-huh-uh-UH, N.Y.M.P. the realest
Marcy Brooklyn

Yo, I come through, getting money, sitting on twenties
Niggas throwing me shade, but ain’t shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggas could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your living room, ka-boom!
I’m so confrontational
They shoulda never let me go on probation yo
I’m a hustler, except that
No correctional facilities can correct that
I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
It’s where that dough is homie, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
Uh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right, and on top of that I’m dog nice
Jigga been cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long fucking time
Get your mind right niggas

N.Y.M.P., the realest
Uh-huh-uh-UH, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas
Uh uh-huh, uh-UH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggas
Marcy feel me

I looked death in the face years back
I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back
I’m from where you don’t crack, the weak don’t live
You gotta bounce back homie, the streets don’t give
I take and rape villages, who gon’ stop him?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it’s all political now
I think big when I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get you
Between life and death, they killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y’all can expect me to ball
I empowered myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
‘Cause I used to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college
Who woulda thought I’d make it “Big” like Ms. Wallace?

Uh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas
Brooklyn, what? Uh, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas
Uh, uh-huh-uh-UH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggas
Marcy New York, Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me

Educated, thug mu-sic niggas
This is Brooklyn, this is gangster, this is project
Real shit, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggas
Marcy, Brooklyn, stomping grounds
Fuck with me

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