CeeZo NY “Nostalgia” [Video + Lyrics]

Ceezo NY captures the essence of new york in this cut which features tight productions by 9th wonder. The vibe of this cut is so “nostalgic”

Verse one:
These niggas claiming they ill I got the game knocked up ya’ll just morning sickness/the child is prophecy New York reincarnate nigga/turn crews to coffin lifters for corny niggas/put his heart on the list of female organ getters(fag)/niggas is bitch made hit with the six guage I’m on my rhyme books Six hundred and sixty sixth page/dig graves to dig up under their nails/cause shit is different now these dead niggas is telling tales/technology making it difficult to catch bodies and/snitches knowing you gettin them numbers they hit Gotti with/let em play like a screws missing till the tools fix em/these hater niggas be mad that they own shoes fit em/talk street shit but disrespecting the rules in em/real niggas coming to see if its any truth in em/already know what it is he got his jewels with him/more small talk the more I can see the fool in em/mongoose flow I chew snakes and spew venom/my crew in True denim right there on the deuce chilling

Chorus:
Still forcing the flip/
pistoli with the porcelain grip cuz at nighttime torches get lit we give em coffins to lift/
niggas nostalgic for New York shit I hit the crowd with that New York shit/
we on that New York shit/
Now all my niggas roll something and blaze all my niggas roll something and blaze nigga lets put it in the air

Verse two:
I know shooters/
bitches that steal your life on computers /
and fiends that pass you crumpled up shorts like you stupid/
and lil niggas that cheat packs with neat stacks/
underage tryin a get into the club and sneak gats/
with rounds that’ll push police back/fuck is the beef at/
niggas never want it like d-pac/
team strapped my youngings coming up off them g packs/peace black/
I heard the streets buzzing like CeeZ back/
them hater niggas only repeat that a few hundred feet back/
dont mumble in the jungle where beats snap/
keep stacks a lot of feds seen that Prada red Harlem bred moving thru white just like I got a sled/
whoever wouldn’t follow got lead about a dollar wouldn’t trust Obama UCLA my alma matta/
University the Corner Of Lenox ave/
where foreigners didn’t pass and niggas had the coroners getting cash/
in Florida switching cash for bricks like Nicki these bitches fronting delivery like Braxton Hicks them packs get flipped quick break down hit em with quarters complimentary florists for niggas mothers that go to war with us/
and that’s a Corporate touch/
the best is nothing short of us/
putting holes in vests and filling coffins ups a sport to us/
drive bys in Porsche trucks Harlem New York in us a put the gun in your throat and tell a nigga to cough it up