Lyrics:
like New York no bomb threats
Not many cities get it in like this
Motown hits motown hits ville
Even on a Monday it's hard ta sit still
Never quit this
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
a glass wankavator
Monster maker
Operate wild by the company of the turn stones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
broken by a kick drum
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York
He tried to live his life in his father's eyes
In a way that might save his soul
But
you live New York City
No better place in the world
Oh yeah now aren't you pretty
Gimme a cowboy any day of the week
Lucchese Boots tight Wrangler
a hundred more
Swing my way (Swing my way)
Swing my way (Just to live a hundred more)
Brooklyn, New York is where I stay (That's where I stay)
So come
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
New York City rain
Don't know if it's makin' me
Dirty or clean
Went for the subway but there was no train
And the tunnel was grumbling for
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
ever been to New York
All the places that I've been through
They never seem to makes it in the news
The City never sleeps at night
Every step it can
was to say I didn't miss you, I'd be a damn liar (a damn liar)
God works in mysterious ways, don't understand why (understand why)
Talked to your mama
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
York, and the suckers act ill
See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' all the way to the top
It's harder
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie
target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects (I'm living large
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
and Philadelph'
And know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
And as for we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
I ought to say my fam
the real bills
We got enough of this shit
To go get Osama killed
Pay a little nigga to go figure
Out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox
the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
My nigga Nas told me
Take your hoe to the flicks
Oh-oh, ooh, oh-oh, oh
True for she
She climbed her way up in this bed
Singing melodies
Run my fingers in her hair
Singing, "Come to me"
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