Lyrics:
really don't mean to preach
But, mine or your city, It's all the same thing
Detroit, New York, LA, Beijing
Baguettes in Paris, linguini in Rome
I'm sitting
York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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
town, that digs on me/
Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys
-???Yeah I???m up at Brooklyn, now I???m down in Tribeca/Right next to De Niro/But I???ll be hood
where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, why'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
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
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
the streets of New York City
Dealers selling stocks and bonds play for keeps
I don't mean the kind they trade on Wall Street
Rich kids buying ignore
So strange and beautiful
The fruit that came before the fall
So strange and beautiful
(New York)
The fruit that came before the fall
(New York)
So
have you by my side
In New York, New York
Where i wanna stay with you for all my life
We walk down these street's
Look at how they live
Trying to find
throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)
The home
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa]
This my New York summer
It be hot as hell, it be hot as hell (8x)
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
While the streets leveled up
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
me?
When we in other cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!)
I need respect and honor
Discipline and no drama
How bad you want it, poppa?
one to call
Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York
I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil red clay warrior
Got any nigga
and rose, cause New York niggas
Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type
York
Turned fight for the living
Fighting for ya life
Can’t give you no pity
Warning don’t come to this city
Matta fact don’t touch this borough
Avoid
the milkin' honeys
So let's flip a coin, see which city we goin
LA or Miami, no matter long as it's sunny
It be cold in New York, I heat it up
Baby, strip, I'm
hard and gritty
He spends the life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried and fought, but to him
Town
KC motown to Alabama
LA, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
'Ouisiana, all my niggas
Wit 'Country Grammar'
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty
minds
They try to style on a New York nigga
Like my flow ain't cold like
A New York winter i don't stunt, I regulate
Seen empires separate
Best friends
East Side from 1950 to 1975
We start with Harry Smith in 1950
A beatnik weirdo living in New York City
His huge collections were insane
Of Easter eggs
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