Lyrics:
into a suitcase
One love fading from a photograph
One soul searching for a soul mate
With a need to know
New York and I'm just passing by
New York in
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
cruising through the strip in Vegas,
Two of New York's biggest niggaz,
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us,
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers.
(Yeah
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, why'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
New York City back when it was gritty and un-pretty
Without a pity birthed a culture
Different from the John Travolta older scene
Was-a-dream
and New York mornings)
Ooh-ooh, we race 'til we're out of time
(Paris nights and New York mornings)
And now that, ooh-ooh, you've taken me up so high
from, action is first and talk is second
I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records
New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape
Got
thru the cracks I discovered in your promotion
Every rapper on ya platform talking war stories
Ears geared for this music they all sound the same
I stay
get it right, get it tight
Get it hype
New York City's in the house tonight
All day, off and on, Broadway
The world's Big Apple is what they all say
Ooooh, New York
Ooooh, New York
Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around
seems
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from
Chorus:
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
MY N.Y
It's just the Same Old New york
Here in the empire state
It's just the Same Old New york
Here in the empire state
It's just the Same Old New
I might just become the hottest rapper in the game
I do it for the Hip-Hop culture, fuck fame I'm tryna make it rain
If new York is where the money be
(Yeah)
It's in and out and reelin', didn't know if this was real or just pretend (Yeah)
New York, New York I'll forgive you
A lover's sins against me
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
I discover
That's me in the shop mirror
That's you on the corner
Surrounded by
New York
Wrap you in its arms and hold tight
Find a little magic in
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
go even crazier
A decade in the game and I'm still mad that they done bastardized
The culture for distracted minds
Attempt, I guess to maximize
Cause I’ve been trying to figure out
Figure out a way
I haven’t seen the Sun in a few days
Judging by the lockdown of New York City
Spring hasn’t sprung
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
like my hands, stay tied
'Cause new york state, and they child care rate
Miss judge lady in a courtroom can dictate
A fee for me, to pay monthly
Even
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