Lyrics:
Terror Squad, Bird Gang, D-Block
Just a few of my niggas but
You might know em by the
Gangs in New York gangs in New York
Gangs in New York gangs in New
got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm,
got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm,
beware
Cause I got my guitar you know I got my microphone
And I say I’m gonna bring this music back where it belongs
New York City (New York City) New York
thirty-eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's
This shit never ends
I'm on my New York shit
Mobb Deep nigga, Queens, New York shit
Orange boxcutter, that New York
got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm,
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make
of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make
Do you see that thing
I'm sure it's love
Would you do one thing
New York's in love
The city grew wings in the back of the night
The clouds are stuck
I'm on the way home
Said in a New York minute
Everything can change in a New York minute
Gotta pray to God in a New York minute
I swear that I'ma
right
In the moncler incase anybody around might
Try to front on my nigga's you hit the ground like
So tell flex i'm what New York sound like
A'yo flex
than the Isleys
Put a pop in your pudding
But not the Cosby's type
I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes
The New York monsignor's just scared of his
In the streets of New York
Niggas shit on they fam
Credit card scams
Snitch on they mans
In the streets of New York
Niggas fronting on the gram
Bite
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
can do it like
New York New York New York New York
New York New York New York New York
Squeeze a side of passion
Like light up in Banton Rouge to Tampa
New York City
To Your Streets (I'm Gone)
Suitcase no court case (Pray)
Bottles by the case
Estimate awards in the case
Just in case
They don't give me
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night
It was a New York night, Rod was on the way home
So much beef in
than the Isleys
Put a pop in your pudding
But not the Cosby's type
I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes
The New York monsignor's just scared of his
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
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