Escape From New York lyrics

f/ Dedi



Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York

Escape from New York



[Sadat X]

A 21 gun salute ain`t nearly enough

For some ol` shit this rough

Dedi, oh baby boy watch this picture

As we escape from New York we`ll see a whole lot of fiction

Drug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin` drugs

Big williness and sillyness if ya still in that room

You be tyin` up the knot on Ma dude on the floor

Tell ya I`m chillin` out here, the great X has gone dolo

Shotgun partner D.R., bring that thing P.R.

So we can swing P.R., together us three we are

Tryin` to keep pace in the great rap race

New York`s a crazy place, my girl just caught a case

If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it`s on

My hands now on, no higher than the warden

Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D.R. crew

From the furniture and shelf to the rollin` cliffs of Dover



[Hook x2]

Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk

But can ya walk the walk New York, New York

40 guns and playas, money, sex and rhyme sayers



[Dedi]

And I`m out, I`m reachin` for the bigger and the better

More advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressure

Escapin` like some brothers with triple life

AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan

For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yo

The next plateau, movin` up young fuck a ho

And take it slow cause that`s the only way to flow

I rock a show and it`s back to the rest so

Stay out of my zone cause I`m stressin` effects

Seekin` stacks of those plaques

And the bommin` twenty sacks

Relax maybe when I`m lewd and lampooned

In my mansion dirty dancin` like Ace and Buchanan, jammin`

Totally the opposite of famine

Today`s slammin` and you know I got to have the cannon

For all those that talk the talk

But can ya walk the walk

Escape from New York



[Hook x2]



[Sadat X]

Ah hell the great X has turned to king

Let the caged birds sing

And let the gauge take the stage

Life`s a hard hump for the average man

Especially cause my skin`s much darker than tan

Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram

Now ya wanna front and act like you don`t know about the fam

But I know what cha` doin` to me, ya can`t win

Escape from New York don`t bring ya ass back again



[Dedi]

So here we are, the X man, P.R. and the baby Paul

On the premises, mission is to finish this

The bonafide buggin` mic muggin` steady buggin`

Breakin` backs with stacks and no fear

Solid like stone and the family`s sly

Buy and sell, live well and make bail

The single pop, hip-hop or mingle life

Just for the sport, escape from New York



[Hook x2]