Lyrics:
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[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
have you by my side
In New York, New York
Where i wanna stay with you for all my life
We walk down these street's
Look at how they live
Trying to find
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
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
this city off rock n roll
Tried ta ruin our spirit but we gained control
Born here lived here still live here
Home of the gator Al Wassam Cartier
New
(silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)
A couple hoes showed titties, brought my locs wit' me (it's cracking)
And we ain't sharin'
Ay ay ay ay ay!
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never
East Side from 1950 to 1975
We start with Harry Smith in 1950
A beatnik weirdo living in New York City
His huge collections were insane
Of Easter eggs
exciting
Better go home, New York City
It's the truth, it's the dead truth
Live truth
It's the live truth, yeah
It's where the life, yeah
All along
time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber
on everything I call,
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, to house walls.
Hung out with Bobby.. ate breakfast with Whitney,
Made it official, New York is my city
General guidelines to ride by
Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine
Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime
And nigga we
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
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Especially not at school
I want to ask what his school code is
To find out what neighbourhood he's from
He turns back to me, "Y'think
This is so crazy
My new
me and her we make money the same way
Four cities, two planes the same day
Those shows have never been what it's about
But maybe we'll go together
Atlanta
Cop city, in Baltimore
Cop city in New York
In Los Angeles
In Seattle
The proposal in Hawaii
In Chicago
It's all because they see that
The people
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
ridiculous
Cause back in the days
Hold on let me tell you a story from way back
Way back before Daylyt got his face tat
When all you had was your fucking five
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 rip shit
you came from.
I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives
like the hands of a clock going round.
if only we could wind them back and return
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