Lyrics:
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
The Rotten Apple made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I'll shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up
New York made me this way
I'm all about a buck
My
by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in
laid up in a jacuzzi
Sipping bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
it's a once in a lifetime opportunity (Let's get it)
Let's get into it
Uh
Verse 1:
New York the Bronx Pittsburgh Manhattan
I can't believe what the fuck
Pound on the wall we're not thru
Hell yeah baby
That's how we roll
Anything goes in New York City
That's how we roll
Anything goes in New York City
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
Coka
I'm eatin'
I'm eatin'
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
I say right about now New York City, aw
Hoe
most definitely from
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make
fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let
crazy
Crack rock 80's we latch key baby's
Hightop fades to the Raekwon waves
Kick Bonita Applebum and try to lay on babes
The new era is def some cats
coming back
40 below, bubble coats and a lot of struggle rap
(New York, New York)
Back in the days I used to juggle crack
Met real hip hop and fell in
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
me"
I came down to live alone in New York
The city of the living
There were fortunes at my feet but most of men
Were taking, none we giving
old school Philly, New York early 80s
Present Haiti Baboon no Barnum & Baileys
I'm every hood, from the burbs, to the hood again
Like Rico uptown
Me put the car in drive and me did not stop
When I get to New York I'm gonna set up shop
Bwoy!
I got a hundred guns two hundred clips
Going
the money
(New York, New York, get bent, keep wildin')
Stop smilin', and still don't nothin' move but the money
(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting
Cali state of mind (NY Minute)
Now I’m on that Kanye hold up let me finish
This my Cali state of mind in a New York minute
Had to steal the mic
New York Original
Verse 1:
In the City where it all started
In the parks where emcees rocked it
Urban concrete
Where the blocks parted
We’re
cancel Goodnight Moon
The Florida State Seminoles and Atlanta Braves
Put those racist names down in the grave
It's like calling the Yankees the New York
Yup, I rep the few that
Could sell you their life story in two acts, from New Yack
The he who would find glory and knew that
I started in
and any kind of disorder
The new fearless types, as
Represented by Fifty
Move in the opposite direction
They find that the chaos of the times suit's
Their
"New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block, you see me, my niggas
All of y'all
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