Lyrics:
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
the evergreens
But I know what I'm needin'
And I don't wanna waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy livin' day by day
Out of touch
Skinny legend
Ah ah ah
When they ask where I'm from
I tell em
New York City
New York
New York
City
New York
New York
City
I wanted to stunt with you
York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York
[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all
just by scrolling through my feed
I wanna be, yeah
New York City
New York City cool
I can't sleep and neither does the street
Everywhere you go is
love city (Love city)
So I took my lady by the hand
And led her to love me, love me, love me!
Where were you when the lights went out
In New York
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah
Y'all know what it is when me and Statik link
I gotta talk to y'all
Yeah, yeah
Tryna ball and evolve, cannot do both
hesitate (bah)
Had to move these bitches up (move up) 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy
I be in New York with
mens de myldrer til og fra
som maur i en maurtue rundt i New Yorks gater.
Og den ene som er tremmed det er han som går og later som
New York
er en by i
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
(AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get
Statik Selektah
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't never comin' down tonight
And I came from the bottom, nowadays they see me winnin'
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
Really wanna...
Its Milan
Man wanna rap like London
Man wanna rap like New York
Man wanna rap like Florida
Man wanna rap like Chiraq
Man wanna rap
Polly stop buying shine shoes
cren't lasting a day
They'd be gone by the very start of it
New York, New York
I just landed in the city
Hard to hop
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
Paper Mache
Wrapped around hearts
The love never stops
The pain always starts
Walking around, the city at night
The cabs rushing by, New York City
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
The streets of New York
A maze made of iron and stone.
A labyrinth complete,
With edges that cut through the bone.
They come by the millions,
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