Lyrics:
York
New York
New York
New York
You're like New York City
When it looks so pretty like
When the stars shine bright
Above at night
Dinner lit up by candle
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
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime"
"Bring 'em up
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
by any means
I got a pocketfull of dreams
Baby i’m from new york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in
New York, New York!
New York, New York! (Smizzy)
New York, New York!(This is control, we need a unit for The Usual Suspects)
New York, New York
YEAH! Uhh
Brooklyn, New York, forever and always
As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallway
To focus and become a commodity someday
While
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
seems
You pushed me, right out of your mind
YEAH! Uhh
Brooklyn, New York, forever and always
As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallway
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
Neither did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex
before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
in the dead of night
Here I am again in this city
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe
I'm back, back in the New York
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
This time
It won't be the curly hair
Roses, roses, roses
Yeah (Statik Selektah) (ooh)
I'm coming for it all, everything I saw before I came
New York, New York are you ready?
I'm coming straight outta NYC
New York, New York are you ready?
The Bronx, The Bronx, The Bronx
New York, New
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
in the dead of night
Here I am again in this city
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe
I'm back, back in the New York
beware
Cause I got my guitar you know I got my microphone
And I say I’m gonna bring this music back where it belongs
New York City (New York City) New York
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
and makers gather to thrive
There's nothing like that New York drive
Diplomats meet at a river cafe
By a gallery where an artist paints
Ride the subway under
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