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Marcy Playground (Marcy Playground) · B from Marcy Place (Marcy Place) · Cathy & Marcy Collection for Kids (Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer) · Cathy & Marcy Collection for Kids (Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer) · From Marcy 2 Bedstuy: Best Blends in the Business (Nas) · New York, New York [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · New York, New York/You & Me (Frank Sinatra) · Ork Records: New York, New York (Richard Hell) · New York, New York [Music Digital] (Frank Sinatra) · Ork Records: New York, New York (Richard Hell) – and 90 other albums »


the boat
I'm gonna search every place till I reach zero

Going back to New York city
You might be by those Asian trees
I'm heading back to New York city
Come see the vampires of New York 
Come lose your mind in Central Park 
But don't leave your soul behind 
Come take in 8th street after dark
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow

You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You
, New York, Brooklyn
N.Y.M.P, the realest, feel me

Educated, thug music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
Real shit,
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!

[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
this ain't mayaguez

Bernadette & Yolanda

This is the island of Nueva York

Yolanda

We'll go through the projects
Make out on the roof
Count
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do

Check it out now
Yo
a ticket
Statue points up to the clouds
Now I'm leaving New York city
I can hear the seagulls cries

Whenever I saw you, it felt like the first time
Post wit a shotty
Tims on how I be
All blacked out
Hoody on wit da crack out

You can catch Mac in Marcy
4-5-6Ing it
Orange Bo Jackon's
New York
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
No interference we
hood 
From New York to Compton 
Me and my three sons 
Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum 

Let's take you back to the concrete streets 
Original beats with
this ain't mayaguez

Bernadette & Yolanda

This is the island of Nueva York

Yolanda

We'll go through the projects
Make out on the roof
Count
a special news bulletin. Hello, this is Wilma Wasko, anchorwoman at the Eyewitness News Center in New York. Hey - do I have your attention? Look at me, me, me
90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not 
smoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt. 

I left New York
on the street midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath
I want to feel your ease; I got to feel your peace
Screaming' down on my,
on the street, midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name, I need room to breathe
Wanna feel your ease I got to feel your peace
Screaming, down on my,
of New York, motherfucker

I take it straight, no chase to the head
Like Baldwin and Fishburne in Fled, full of bloodshed
Theories of Einstein,
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like
New York  the city itself was stress depression 
High boots and urban beats  that wasn't my direction 
Producers filtering join in with R&B
[Repeat x2]
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York 
A nigga livin foul

As I steps inside the playground 
I lays down my laws at the door