Lyrics:
never sell drugs, I took 'em
Never write rhymes, I cook 'em
I'm from the Old New York
Where you got your chain snatched
And your kicks tooken
I put
the 12th grade
And the theatre director gave me a lead on the stage
So I flipped the page hit the downtown art scene
New York, New York the whole world's
style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene
We are plush like
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
out!"
Well you ain't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil
I walked barefoot from new york to dallas
Won for pimp of the year at the caesar's palace
you won't fight fair
I was a middle class kid that was intrigued by the hustle
Left Queens New York when everything was a puzzle
Man I was just living
(Itsbizkit)
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
them bow's for the rocks
Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
the chorus
You ready, New York City we run the mu'fuckin' building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B, I messed up because I'm talkin' too much
Take it from
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway
That's word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut back
There's a glorious city, to me she's a queen!
Needing no approval, not even from a king
For playing Jazz all around, hip hop - what a sound
For
still revolvin'
Uptight and still mobbin'
Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it
Fishscale, from Colombia to New York on a boat
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly...
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman...
He
run a trotline
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name
Just
In black and white pictures you took of me
Cause you were roses by the window
Saying Me and New York miss you
Do you think you'll ever come back
Do you
a goddamn
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught
aufn Teppich wenn du ein echter Meister
Des HipHops werden willst, musst
Du auch wissen
Wo er herkommt: Amerika es hat alles
In New York angefangen und
Feeling enlightened, knowing I'll survive any struggle I face
And in case you didn't know this the Cult Clan
From the boroughs in New York to the MidWest
the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get
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