Lyrics:
the city lights
I swear I hear you call my name (Call my name)
There's nothing right
I'm stuck here while you're miles away (Miles away)
New York raining
New
New York City
Want me tell you the style that's goin on right now?
Girl I caught you last night
You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide
Sittin in
to pitch a shut out
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga
Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
D-B-L-O-C-K he spray
The hawk'll
Vegas
But I love my city y'all
Said I love my city y'all
You know all of this started in the
TDot, TDot, place I was born and raised
Out there in Deamon
the summer, I'll say it's hard getting adjusted to the suburbs. Most hip dads really grew up in the suburbs, hip dads love the city, but hip dads aren't of it.
cheetahs
Yo that’s how I eat her
Came down in New York
With a new type of talk
Let them niggas know Push
Yo this how we walk it’s like Uhhh
I always talk
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
the world know we're alive
Cause we're caught up in the New York City lights
The smell of cigarettes is dripping from the rafters
Busy people walking side by
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
New York City he needs a break from LA's
Relentless sunshine, he says, and right
Now Manhattan is giving him exactly
That: The rain is coming
Down in
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)
New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
by law
And we're surrounded by
Assasins, fantomas, mutantes and serpents
Werewolves and sex fiends
New York New York City, Lafayettestreet
Alright now,
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed
need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out
We them boys that made New York City proud
How ironic is that?
In due time, one day, just wait
I'ma be somebody, yo, tell somebody
I'ma, I'ma make it
cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice
mix (yeah)
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with
Talk about the crimes in Sun City
Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
And talk about the crimes in Sun City
A city of diamond, a city of gold
A city
around, she get around a lot
And when you check it out, she ah bust all di spot
She get around, she get around a lot
From Paris to New York and she come
NO PITY LYRICS
I am a beast coming up from the east dog without a leash I’m released how can I be locked down New York City home of the Grimey
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