Songtext:
[Talking] Rote Folie L-Fudge, L-Fungus coming amongst us like Columbus New York...ain't no hurdlin' in Murderin' burglarin' in Crack fiends servin' 'em in All dreams burnin' 'em, yo, yo
Verse 1: New York Olympic games cause it's a forty yard dash It's drug triathalons, street gymnastics deep gashes Battle scars from goin' up against the competition gold medals won, for the character I'm preferably hung On the next is those who earn respect from wavin' they techs recruited Illegal aliens from the boat that still wet The tight teamers bond, crews dedicated Flippin' dough wid money machines and the pointy looks, animated The plush life, ain't enough right?, so you get uptight You can get blasted and left in a position that's upright Every person in ya team represents you You have to all hit the same all slang ya caine at the same level Fuck javelins when daggers being swung at ya structure Havin' confrontations wid teams that see more cream than Russia You shine like flashlights we wave our ushers at the anus Get money percentages go up like escalators Growin' up in drug areas buildin' on mass hysteria Death claims specific names playin' in Olympic games, yeh.. Death claims specific names playin' in Olympic games
Hook (x2): New York Olympic games ain't no hurdlin' just murderin' burglarin' swervin' in and on asphalt Breakin' into black cars, crack fiends servin' em Officially, hurtin' em, all dreams burnin' em
Verse 2: New York Olympic games consist of batons bein' set up for the most worthy In case ya have to close shop early something's gotta give Switch negative energy to positive Invest ya money businesses and rock wid it Use it for washing machine purposes Cleanin' up any dirt that surfaces Our money's strictly used for splurgin' wid If not, prepare for ya whole click to fire up and watch the murderin' guages instantly shoot higher up The fact is, b-boys is hot There's alotta talk runnin' around the street now the noise won't stop Peoples ain't satisfied wid there share and arose a plot Almost put you in a box attached to ropes ready to drop Does that make sense?, take a step back away from the game matter of fact take ten...you don't belong here..
Hook (x2)
Ain't no hurdlin' in, New York Olympic games Murderin' burglarin' in, New York Olympic games Crack fiends servin' em in, New York Olympic games All dreams burnin' em in, New York Olympic games (x2)
