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Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say
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
York are you ready?
I'm coming straight out The Bronx
Representing
New York, New York are you ready?
Yo
Terror Squad, from the boogie down

Terror
Baby got into her car 
Drove all the way to New York City 
Um Hummmm 

She played her guitar there 
They made her a star in New York City 
Um Hummmm
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia

I'm having a hard time
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
New York New York, big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
New York New York, big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say
you put it they'll get in the city"
Hahaha so still

I got a hundred guns two hundred clips
Going to New York, New York
I got a hundred guns two
back home to New Orleans

Big city days
Seeing if it pays
Barely rescued by the hell you're going to raise

Big city night
Hanging on too tight
New York New York, big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes 

[Chorus] 
She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City 
That woman's been around the world 
You can
[Chorus: x4]
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
New York throw chairs 
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 
Girls rush the stage  fagots cold dip 
Low to avoid the caps and blows 
By
a city dream
Waiting tables just to make ends meet
Just the way it’s supposed to be
Story I’m from a small town boy
And when friends call
It’s always
a city dream
Waiting tables just to make ends meet
Just the way it’s supposed to be
Story I’m from a small town boy
And when friends call
It’s always nice
would get the best of me
Start a new life with my family 
Still this thing beats inside of me

No matter where I stay
I find my way back home
(Back
Ah New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
be on some shit in New York
New York City, shiftee low down gritty
you punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
this is the way we
York, New York
City that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved there from
new york, new york 
The city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved