[Intro]

Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh

This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggas



[Verse 1]

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive

Blocks'll have you, tryin' to maintain your course

Through the potholes and gravel

Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin' to clock dough

Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code

Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your soul

Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle

(Bucka bucka bucka) fiends tryin' to gaffle you

Not only coke heads but the Feds in the Mercury Topaz

After you, up the avenue

Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got math to do

Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool

I caught smaller cases tryin' to get capital

Up against the wall, tryin' to pass through

Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls

Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like



[Chorus]

Uhh, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas

N.Y.M.P., the realest niggas

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest

Marcy.. Brooklyn..



[Verse 2]Yo, I come through, gettin' money, sittin' on twentiesNiggas throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunnyHot shells only thing niggas could get from meI'm so confrontationalThey shoulda never let me go on probation yoI'm a hustler, except that..No correctional facilities can correct thatI took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was atIt's where that dough is homie, gotta get thatGotta get away, some try but head backUhh, street smart niggas got left backSome died, they left stacksMe, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog niceJigga been cold as fuck before iceNot before Christ, but a long fuckin' timeGet your mind right niggas[Chorus]N.Y.M.P., the realestUh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggasUhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggasMarcy.. feel me..[Verse 3]I looked death in the face years backI'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't liveYou gotta bounce back homie, the streets don't giveStill I still pop himShit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political nowI think big when I spit at you nowBetween my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'chaStill I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped collegeWho woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?[Chorus]Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggasBrooklyn, what? Uhh, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggasUhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggasMarcy.. New York, Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me[Outro]Educated, thug mu-sic niggasThis is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is projectReal shit, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggasMarcy, Brooklyn, stompin' groundsFuck with me