Lyrics:
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
the garbage in the snow
But that's not what I'm here to tell you about
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
Held up in New York City
Oh god bless my town
We strong, we gritty
Through the storm we come out
For the dreams we chase
Life never stays the same
)
We 50 deep in the club, ‘cause I brought my (city) wit’ me.
Throwing them things in a octagon.
Louis Vuitton and Vacheron, In Babylon
I’m flippin’
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
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Georgie went to New York town
Where he quickly settled down
And soon became the toast
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Georgie went to New York town
Where he quickly settled down
And soon became the toast
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
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
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
like in a gymnasium
In New York I'm a .. a sinner but I'mma winner in sin city
Every .. know I go to ..
This money ain't gonna quit I stack it
New York litty
Fly Papis in the club
Came thru Drippin
Pulled up wit the Day 1z
And We all Tipsy
All Eyes On us
Cuz We So Pretty
Bouta get bouta get
NY
of New York man
King of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got
It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
chill ich im Fuchsbau
Bis man es im Bauch fühlt und der Sound im Club taugt
Weil Bass ist golden, wie das M wenn du in Burger beißt
Doch magst du
in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
don't like me
I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
La da da da da da
For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. If your looking
"Look, I'll call you in the morning
Or my service will explain"
And another hundred people just got off of the train
I didn't come right to New York
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