Lyrics:
See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
dude
Cut me some slack
What's his real name
Bridge, man
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
Freaks
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
Meet her in Miami
Conversation turned to wine
We talked and we talked
Yeah we hit it off, just fine
Stayed down by the water
Slept beneath the stars
tears, we mad he left
His son is 13, thinking about revenging his daddy’s death
I’m from the Bronx New York, where it’s scary at
You wouldn’t dare be
got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with
a real ni&&a No money for the lawyer
Running just wasn't in him
Enemies couldn't get him So homacide
Played victims innocent by standers
Struct by stray
the best man I can be
This was our day in New York, but we had one goal in mind
We would spend a few hours with people of our own kind
After trying to see
raps only in car cruises past dummies
Little blue bags and maps in hand
Wond'ring why this kid is wobblin'
It's 'cause I'm high, fuzzy mind
Buzzed in
belonged, ooh
New York City in the rain
Take me back, take me back to that place
We had lunch by the fountain
The famous one where Amy Adams danced
So many
If anything could open my heart,
then it'd be a broken machine
concealed by an electric mask,
and a seventy-five inch screen.
The pain of standing
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
And a woman moved closer, and a man said "Take my love into your heart
I must have you here by my side"
It happened all too fast, they came to love and they
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
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