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Welcome back to town (hey!)

Now, back in high school when it darkened
You'd hang out in Bennett Park and
And Usnavi would bring his radio
As I walked

Jon Jons in the building
It's time to step your games up right about now
Women remain calm, it's gone be some hate out there
Baby girl, why you by

(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah)

Never going back to the life of sin 
So many lessons, so many wins 
In a world so

of devotion
You're a treasure, I'm a hunter
Night is ruled by
Venus in flight
Watching over you
Watching over you
She'll be watching over
Watching over you

Truly Yours

Kool G Rap

Greatest Hits

2002

in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I

to the beginning
17 in my first car
Alex Roach burned Fast Times for me
The first track was the best by far
And after all these years
Some things stay the same
She's

Girls Callin'

Ghostface Killah

Def Jamaica [Def Jam]

2003

girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in
Hear girls callin, all night
Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in
Hear girls callin, all night

Manhattan Cowgirl
© Sandy Rapp 2001
For Blanche Wiesen Cook

Born in the Bronx in '41, her daddy was a union man.
She's down at Barns & Noble

At our Banana Republic
On Broadway and Spring Street
In Lower Manhattan you are to be there at
Ten o'clock in the mornin
Please call us back and let
Us

a princess
Not a princess
Of Bangkok
You are the queen
Of Manhattan
I love you babe

If I see you
Hiding in the Strand
Won't you remember
That you are my

french-kisses the
Manhattan midnight
There's not a face without a
Tear drop that's in sight
Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin
I caught a dream by the tail
I

Years old that's the very first chapter
Francis M. on a tape, that I'd master
I press play, and zone out, and then after

I'm writin' a verse in the back

summer nights
Gives me vibes that I just can't explain
 
When I want to, I go back in time
I press play and the world stops for a while
I'm right back here

but I haven't
Farthest East I've ever been was Manhattan
Taking the lead on the game, I'm the captain
Got the controls in my hand like madden

Can

The Wasteland

Warrior Soul

Drugs, God and the New Republic

1991

your money to the landlord
Donald Trump is just a money whore
Under my bed there's a baseball bat
Goddamn taxes gonna break my back

I'm in

polite, some rude instead
The melting pot is overflowing with lead
In the winter is brick, the summertime is like a sweltering hotbed
Manhattan keeps

years
His father played drums in a jazz band
His mother painted nails by the pier
And his brother was swallowed into the ocean
But that was a long time

here
What's your at where you at
Oh she out of state like I'm on that
She a first class baby we don't put her in the back
She get it wetter I got time

the time

Wonder what you've done with your life
How do you spend your nights 
And I bet all your dreams came true 
Whipped by the inkvine
And still I think

met
And those night rides where the best
In my E46 Beamer
Now ima Looking at the stars for sign libra
Uh uh
I don't think my heart can keep up
Calling

Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

Here we go, we're on the late night tip
Master Ace with a tight grip
Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud
People, they gather to hear

All I got is dreams in this life
Blowing fast money
Built a team off the white
Call it a Family
Gang related
Stay outta sight

They listen 
They

Shall I dwell upon the night you found me with another in my bed? 
I pour over the details of our crazy, sweet old times. 
And now I'm back again here in

to Manhattan, back on my feet
I'm a loser in love, I'll admit my defeat

Brought up in New York, brought down in LA
It's a nice place to visit, but I couldn't