M.M.O.: Eye love N.Y.

"4... 3... 2... 1..." - repeated throughout song [Intro: Itchy-Fingas] Yo, yeah, love New York Love New York, yo, yo [Itchy-Fingas] I sit pretty in the city of lights, cameras and action Highway car chases, rappers beatin' body cases I ask no questions, so don't give me no answers N.Y.C., home of the Yankees and Giants Rappers alliance, capitol of drugs and violence Biggest projects in the world, it's Queensbridge and the Hook Federal crooks that took, crazy money this year White collar the crime, and I ain't get a company dime I hustle and grind, until I get what's rightfully mine [Chorus: Triggnomm] E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I. E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B. E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y... [Triggnomm] It's money and muscle, my M1's and my duns All strapped for gunplay, I pops in Kay Slay To we New York from the talk down to the walk Down to layin' down, white gowns and chalk What ya'll thought? Coney Island niggas don't get out? Pearl Handle flip out, spit a half a clip out Where ya'll been? Ya'll never seen, thugs this clean Spit sixteen's, still flippin' morphine And who says we can't live a life of Spalding Cop a Wallgreen, and make all green clean [Chorus: Triggnomm] E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I. E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B. E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, reppin' the B.X., while puffin' 'dro in Y-O E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, be with Red and La, on the low in L.I. E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, and money makin' Manhattan, straight gun clappin' E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, with the Clan, wildin', representin' Shaolin E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there [Bam Bam] Word is bond, yo, what's up with ya'll dudes? I treat ya'll like roaches and clap ya'll fools One by one, I'll impress ya'll dudes Big water bug thugs, I eat ya'll food What, who want it with the bad men? The act up man Got big things to back up, man Ya'll never listen 'til I have to clap up man Strap up man, load 'em up and pack up man Now you want war? You don't want nothin' Cause on the streets, my peeps keep the heat And leave all beef well done You act brolic, but you frail, son You better bail, son, mess around, make this hammer leave you nail, son I be the Bam Bam, Bronx style bad man Bald head black man, ready for the action Meet if you want, I pump holes in ya'll I love N.Y. 'til the day it's over, ya'll [Chorus]