Yea,
  Yea street life
  Gutter shit
  Soldier life nigga
  Get it right
  New York City
  Where I'm from
  Live are Die
  Marcy
  Do what you do
    Check it out now
  Yo I'm here to put my thing down
  Set up shot with cocaine now
  Pick off niggas who aint down
  I'm in the game now
  Brought a couple of cats from the way down
  Who know how to slang thows
  And grimmy niggas who aim wild
  Who juss want to rep
  And wet niggas who think foul
  Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math
  This crab show me some slab
  Now I'm tryna get back
  We played the out skerch
  Nigga smoother then my shirt
  Spit a couple of words, a pound, then he merked
  Shit he left skid marks
  I let the clip spark
  When off in the hood
  Played the bench till its dark
  I'm profouned to the drug game
  A thin line between love and hate
  Some niggas I love to hate
  I thought my connect respect me
  This nigga got bad words since some haters wet me
    [Chorus 4x's]
  To stay alive in New York City
  To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
    Check it
  Yo I'ma soldier to the heart
  Through my blood line
  One way to catch a crab is always on his front time
  I keep a chicken on a bench flippin
  Grippin
  I smoke weed but this shit got a nigga slippin
  A herb seed burn me, drop the L
  Spot it through my per-if-u
  This nigga tryna murder me
  Shorty wop jumped in front of me
  Caught one
  Blaze back empty empty the roots
  Through the bitch niggas, take that
  Niggaz killed my down bitch
  Bust around bitch
  I dont know who clapped
  So I dont hang around
  Shit
  Lame beat me on the ounce of raw
  Dominican nigga
  Look innocent nigga
  Fuck it I'ma finish this nigga
  Back the coop out the lot
  Cock one in the drop
  Put the burner in the dash fee dipped in black
  Got Bleek on alert
  For the cat who beat me on the stack
    [Chorus 4x's]
  To stay alive in New York City
  To stay alive realize that you got to be a soilder
    Yo, Yo
  Slow money, broke niggas, no weed
  One gun
  And my down bitch gone
  Got a nigga on the run
  Strip hot
  Niggas came through
  Bang shots
  Have me sleeping in my wheels
  To the real get got
  Now I play the cut
  On some nigga what shit
  Flip fo-in-dicals
  For real now who wants it
  Two blocks from the Jay's this nigga lay
  He pump trays
  Try'n to get the Memph man put away
  His next option
  Pack up get out of dodge
  When he caught I'ma let the fifth give his face a massage
  Too much dro got my eyes low
  On the creep triple black down
  Cuz I'ma cripple that clown
  Spotted him by WoodHall
  Niggas think the fe-in took off
  Like he ran track or he played football
  Hot day and everybody outside
  I'ma catch him on that block
  Where the hot wips ride
  Ride slow this nigga out burning trees
  Wit a bad bitch
  I'ma put his brain on her sleeve
  I'ts already cocked
  I move slow up the block
  Jumped out
  Made him tounge kiss the glock
  I Squeeze two
  And niggas seen this nigga drop
  Cold of the street and forever stay hot
  Motherfucker
    [Chorus 4x's]
  To stay alive in New York City
  To stay alive realize that you got to be a soldier