Corrección Letra The Mecca par Styles P, Ghostface Killah & Remy Ma

Featuring(s) : Nas, Dave East & Rahdamusprime

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Letra

Now I'm on my way to the big city
I'm going to New York
40-Year-Old Version
The Mecca
Yo the Bronx
It's on you
It's Harlem
What! (what)
Let them know, the Mecca
B.K., the Mecca all day, huh
Yao, Shaolin, Shaolin, huh
The Mecca, Yonkers!
Y-O
Queens

[Nas]
I write, the page starts, vision [?] that
Visions from all sorts of beings till life stop
You see in the right part, paranormal pen
The Conjuring, I'm convinced
It could be spirits in the jewelry I'm shining in
I take a hand-written card before I donna give
A love letter, thanks to my grandmothers
Were saying they thought I was crazy
Now I see fortune favors the bold, they made me
Stay dangerously and search through guidance
Spiritual gangsta, you know how we slidin'
Life's a Rosary beads, I know the code of the streets
But where would I be if they wasn't looking over me
My life's been a better life since I left that life
Beyond my type [?] my life is your life coach
Seperate revenue streams, whatcho sayin'
Even my chain gave birth to every chain in the game
[Dave East]
They suffer from delusions of grandeur
Don't get caught with your pants off
Now we run hard you got extorted cuz you ran soft
Holdin' [?] with DVD
I'm watching for T.M.Z, the lone order I saw was on T.N.T
Driving like it's Nascar
Old school, top down, the rag off
C-town worker, I'm dropping the bags off
Every week the car switch
Just left [?], eating aki and swordfish
Where I'm from, it get dark quick
I know I gotta packages sending like Ochoa brothers
Don't matter what you sell and you'll be like cartel
I have visions up in a mansion
But we're stuck in a small cell
I'm fortunate to say I know ya'll well
Now you sign me (my nigga)
With no prob, fair move Wu-Tang
Stapleton, Ghostface co-sign Killah
Tony Stark, Pablo, Esco, Pinero
In a room full of weed and platinum rob 'em like DeNiro

[Styles P]
Welcome to the Mecca
Home of the homeboy
Home of the homegirl
Home of the mic-checker
Welcome to the Mecca
Home of the king and queen
Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors
Welcome to the Mecca
The city never sleeps
And the shit is like a movie my niggas is directors
Welcome to the Mecca
New York city where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it
[Remy Ma]
Where I'm from, the liquor store is next door to the church and
Couldn't use the pizza shop bathroom with no purchase
Everyone was hurting, nobody was working
Sheets in the windows, couldn't afford curtains
Bum dude cut my face, just one of my burdens
Took my own stitches out, no insurance and no surgeon
Now I take private jets on excursions
Now I got a Birkin, now I got a daughter
And she a whole person, she the whole purpose
Now I be trying to write my rhymes with no curses
Ten years from now, don't want her on the web searching
Seeing mom half-naked on the stage twerking
Nope, the views ain't worth it
I'm prepping for the day she asks mommy why they say you shot a person?
Remy ain't perfect
But if you ain't from the streets, my life could be little hard to interpret
Take the top layer off, right below the surface
I'm so New York, just a 40-year-old version

[Styles P]
Ghost, I'm a god to you gods, so what's the king to me?
When I made it off of poverty bars
I was selling dope when you had Monopoly cards
I was dirt poor, now you see the property large
New sweatsuit, fat knot, Glock in the palm
Took a yacht from the Bahamas, docked in the ponds
I'm from New York, new thoughts burn like Newports
I don't f*ck with rap dudes, a lot of them too soft
Trying to get me the mall to smoke in the food court
Dog food and a new Porsche
With two pretty bitches that'll shoot at you soon as you snooze off
Nah, dog, I'm legit now
Forest green 6 with the AMG kit when I skip town
f*ck a foreign car and an Audemars
I'm trying to get it like I'm Randolph and Mortimer
Duke, yeah that shit in your drop box cute
But you p*ssy, you should put it on mute
[Styles P]
Welcome to the Mecca
Home of the homeboy
Home of the homegirl
Home of the mic-checker
Welcome to the Mecca
Home of the king and queen
Home of the gods and home of the fly sectors
Welcome to the Mecca
The city never sleeps
And the shit is like a movie my niggas is directors
Welcome to the Mecca
New York city where rap was invented, you love it if you was in it

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Wizard of Oz I push bars and seminars
[?] earners back to Panama
A gangster's memoir, pinky ring, no chain
Used to sit in Cristal baths, watch Soul Train
To all my enemies, I'll shoot up your embassy
Starks go off your energy, 44's the remedy
A sit and just grin while embracing my pen
I shot between sharp walls never scraping my fins
This is the moment, the CDC verse stop the Covid
Been in big dice games, never hesitating to roll it
I was taught to just shoot that shit, never to show it
Strangle the witness, slit the throat of a culprit
Ultra black's your toast, holy ghost, a blacksmith
Know niggas that'll cremate you, smoke your ashes
Two pulls and pass it, then ask a nigga how he taste, fantastic

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