Lyrics:
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
under the evergreens
I know what I'm needing
I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by day
Out
I Just hit New York
I met her in New York
Lil baddie in New York
I met her in New York
Huh in New York
Bitch I met her in New York
Sliding to New
and flashing leather
When you win in New York it lasts forever
You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New York with
Nike's, conspicuious, shinin' my talk
Divine spine, style of New York, shorty had the face of dream
Feel of a queen, real as a scene, remind me
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
the heater just in case kids start whyling
The rhyme that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
("Rough
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
know, oh, New York
Stumbling home in the dark, we were
Climbing the rocks in the park
Blinded by all of the lights
That never seemed so bright, so bright
pay homage
Fat-mouth the Dogg and I'm straight up the heart
Now everybody know that California and New York, we rockin'
Never ever try to run up
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
motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by
Cuz sleep is for the weak
And in that time, Lil Culture's gonna be inventing new strains of weed
Oh woah oh woah
Lil Culture just mixed and mastered his
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari
Call me New York my alias
My name change nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me NY
New York, for
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
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
bloodhounds, pop, show it off
Actin' like that money ain't live
Built it from the getty-up, New York City gonna fry
Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines
Yeah,
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
'cause them niggas on the
East is the enemy it's real
Ayo God, the heads is trippin'
Out in New York, b
(Oh fuck that b) fuck that yo!
(Fuck that) money
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