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The Stuy Video (MV)




Performed By: Cortez
Featuring: Crisis
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Ernesto Cortes




Cortez - The Stuy Lyrics




[ Featuring Crisis ]

Karma always gon
Spin the block
Don't matter how much
Pain you put in
How much blood
Sweat and tears
You put in to this game
You do dirt
You get dirt
And right before
You reach the top
They gon snatch it
From you

What ya block got
This one hundred round drum
That's why his block hot
Everybody saying clock in
When my clock stopped
You on paperwork
You no good
We are not cops
One click he move foul
Thats a drop box
Brooklyn
Time to re-up now
I did it for the love
I knew the money
Would come 'round
Heard a couple rumors
Opps mad cuz I'm up now
Greyhound bus down
Now we get bust downs
Only get in touch
When I touch down
Yeah you know
I keep nines
Opps wanna creep bye
Still yelling free size
Least my
Respect in the street high
Peep vibes
On my A Game
Spitting B sides
Besides ain't nobody
F*cking with each line
Palm sticks
Searching for ya dog
Like I'm John Wick
Calm grip
Convicts common with conflicts
Got em convinced
Cuz they talk it
But they ain't really on shit

Outside
Call The Hitters
They gon slide
Don't lose ya life over pride
Lose ya life over pride
I Spent Cold Nights
On the grind
See the pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
Living in the stuy
See the Pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
That's from living in the stuy
You can see the pain in my eyes
You can see it
That's from living in the Stuy

Keep a pole
In these sweats
So I walk funny
Homicide detective
Can't wait to use
Chalk on me
Starved hungry
Bed stuy took a part from me
Made an imprint on dollar signs
Like it's marked money
Real shit
Look
You see my block get fatal
Labels only watch us
Cuz we stocked the table
See I got my own drip
So I don't watch for labels
3 p's of Gumbo
Now that's da watch appraisal
F*ck it
What you mad 'bout
Looking for a hand out
He ain't tell in court
But he chatting up on
Vlad couch
Cops on the tube
Everybody getting tagged now
Panel in da coop
We gon hide it
In the stash now
K lo k
My celly ring
From Medellin
Down to LA, Queens
Move anything
By any means
Yellow tape forensics team
Drawn with a stick
But the cops
Gon sketch a scene
I never lean

Outside
Call The Hitters
They gon slide
Don't lose ya life over pride
Lose ya life over pride
I Spent Cold Nights
On the grind
See the pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
Living in the stuy
See the Pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
That's from living in the stuy
You can see the pain in my eyes
You can see it
That's from living in the Stuy
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Karma always gon
Spin the block
Don't matter how much
Pain you put in
How much blood
Sweat and tears
You put in to this game
You do dirt
You get dirt
And right before
You reach the top
They gon snatch it
From you

What ya block got
This one hundred round drum
That's why his block hot
Everybody saying clock in
When my clock stopped
You on paperwork
You no good
We are not cops
One click he move foul
Thats a drop box
Brooklyn
Time to re-up now
I did it for the love
I knew the money
Would come 'round
Heard a couple rumors
Opps mad cuz I'm up now
Greyhound bus down
Now we get bust downs
Only get in touch
When I touch down
Yeah you know
I keep nines
Opps wanna creep bye
Still yelling free size
Least my
Respect in the street high
Peep vibes
On my A Game
Spitting B sides
Besides ain't nobody
F*cking with each line
Palm sticks
Searching for ya dog
Like I'm John Wick
Calm grip
Convicts common with conflicts
Got em convinced
Cuz they talk it
But they ain't really on shit

Outside
Call The Hitters
They gon slide
Don't lose ya life over pride
Lose ya life over pride
I Spent Cold Nights
On the grind
See the pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
Living in the stuy
See the Pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
That's from living in the stuy
You can see the pain in my eyes
You can see it
That's from living in the Stuy

Keep a pole
In these sweats
So I walk funny
Homicide detective
Can't wait to use
Chalk on me
Starved hungry
Bed stuy took a part from me
Made an imprint on dollar signs
Like it's marked money
Real shit
Look
You see my block get fatal
Labels only watch us
Cuz we stocked the table
See I got my own drip
So I don't watch for labels
3 p's of Gumbo
Now that's da watch appraisal
F*ck it
What you mad 'bout
Looking for a hand out
He ain't tell in court
But he chatting up on
Vlad couch
Cops on the tube
Everybody getting tagged now
Panel in da coop
We gon hide it
In the stash now
K lo k
My celly ring
From Medellin
Down to LA, Queens
Move anything
By any means
Yellow tape forensics team
Drawn with a stick
But the cops
Gon sketch a scene
I never lean

Outside
Call The Hitters
They gon slide
Don't lose ya life over pride
Lose ya life over pride
I Spent Cold Nights
On the grind
See the pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
Living in the stuy
See the Pain in my eyes
That's from living in the stuy
That's from living in the stuy
You can see the pain in my eyes
You can see it
That's from living in the Stuy
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Writer: Ernesto Cortes
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