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Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These
Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York, 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa

She like take it off
Do you
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
attitude that I'm most definitely from

[Chorus]
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
attitude that I'm most definitely from

[Chorus]
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
it' at
I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that
Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that

The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra,
out!"

Well you ain't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil
I walked barefoot from new york to dallas
Won for pimp of the year at the caesar's palace
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never
Boulevard
Johannesburg would be Miami
Somalia like New York
With the most pretty light
The nuffest pretty car
Ever New Year the African Times Square lock-off
with glasses 

Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks 

want to know the truth, so they flock to my roof 

New York I got the grip, I told ya I
'Cause Clarence 13 next had New York on lock

Gods on every block, jams in every park
I remember hearin' Kurtis Blow saying
"It can't get better than
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall

[Mr. Cheeks]
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never
style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene

We are plush like
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway
That's word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut back
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
cause I was in New York with all of my boys to start shit 
Lettin' 'em stay with me, long story short, 
They tore up my corporate apartment 
Went from
DeVaughn singing in background]
It's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustin
Want it
should

[Chorus]

Grew up in the Y
New York that is
Why-why-Ya know the name
I handle my biz, kid