I got a b.b.gun a single clip cuz i cant afford no more
Iâm takin a bite out of the big apple and destroying the core of New York
I live in a cardboard box do you want the grand tour grand tour,
I wanted to buy a hundred clips but i came up to short in Bridgeport
New York is for bitches, tired ass pussys and whinas
Your asses sellin crack for me now its time you get fired,
your skills expired, your rhymes is way past tired
Theyâd be lucky to find your remains, New Yorkâs desire
your entire, life flashin before ya gang
Let east coast bang, pick up the last hang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, but Bridgeport gonna be stopping you
Back with the gods you now, the crowd goes wild
Killin New Yorkers at the speed of sound
Tryin to get rid of the empire state of the south
They sqeaky like a field mouse give them bitches a blouse
But we tired of these pussyâs without a reasonable doubt
Get rid of you quick, give you suntan to think about
lock em in a jail house, households on financial support
'cause we ain't playin up here in Bridgeport
I got hepatitis b but I canât afford the cure, the cure,
I wish i had cable now but the truth is i'm just to poor to poor,
Donât wanna show my car on city streets so I take a detour, detour
My bed is made outta Styrofoam so I sleep on the floor, in Bridgeport
In Bridgeport us niggaz donât eva be soba
If Joey Crack is handling you, you might as well bend ova
And I was just about to find god
Buy now that CTâS back I think its time to wipe out terror squad
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
And how Joey Crack still ainât strappin shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
'Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me'
True Story, we gave Rule a panic attack
Even Jadakiss was up to get sacked
My nigga Dre said grind cook
So we snatched Joey Cracks chain, wallet, and took his account book
Shootin up holes in his Phantom
Rule, Crack, and Kiss are all bitches I grant em
Robbin rich niggaz, we been seen for that
And you already know the Dolph is where the team be at
We getting rid of these fuckin Pussyâs up here in New York, fo sho
We gonna hit up the Big Apple and eat out the Core, and more
Things is getting kinda crazy up here in Bridgeport, Bridgeport
We was letting yall bitches slide but homies no more, no more
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Ruleâs a bitch
Depending on if you kill em, you might get rich
You an try to dodge my bullets and you might get missed
You can keep runnin but eventually your gonna get hit
In New York it might be considered a crime
But in Bridgeport you get off with paying a fine
I have spoken
And comin to Bridgeportâs hazardous to your life itâs worse than smokin
This infoâs vital, itâs a thuggish thuggish world and its so delightful
my reputation round here? Bigger than Eiffel
We done killed so many niggaz we deserve the hype though
Yup the CT crew
Step foot in Bridgeport but you betta prepare
So we can play who wants to be a millionare
To win all u gotta do is kill Rule and Crack
Donât be worry free Jada u betta watch ya back
Rule betta respect the territory and stay in New York, New York
We about to crack some necks Joey so stay in the food court, food court
.You got a single breath till death Jada ur life is cut short, cut short
Yall betta stick to bein bitches and stay in New York