Lyrics:
just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, throw up
little do they know
Little do they see (playtime is over)
It's a killing spree, bitch
Na, na, na, na, na
He's gonna get you
E-V-I-L D-O-L-L
In Mercea? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR: What do you mean?
GUARD #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR: The swallow may fly south with
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 sound like
This what New York sound like
This what New York sound like
When I'm on the mic this what New York sound like
You know we from
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
assured voice:
"yes, this is he! what? a mountain with a tree growing off of its shoulder?
You're fulla shit, man, what? what, uh, are, are you sure?
we run New York!)
The takeover, the break's over, homie
God MC, me (Jay-Hova)
Hey lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for
to the city
That shit was just like, yo
We, we
The shit is like, uh
An homage, homage, however you wanna say it to New York City
Word
Know what I'm sayin'
, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
niggas? "Impastas"
So on a trip to New York on some bees wax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
(C'mon)
New York
(C'mon)
Detroit
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Miami
(C'mon)
L A
(C'mon)
Vegas
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Boston
(C'mon)
Tucson
(C'mon)
Long Island
(C'mon)
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
Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I know you miss it Nas, the (fame!)
But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70
half drug kingpin
Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin
You're telling fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfucking one?
But I'm
free that nigga Rallo
Niggas in New York drillin' shit like this is Chicago
On my hip is where I still keep my hammer at
These young boys be keepin'
enough to 4-5 me up
Child of the 80s, y'all niggas is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains nigga show me the baby
And my nigga Game light another L pass
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
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