Lyrics:
as New York city
With your limp leg you're trailin' behind me
I jumped the turnstyle you had to pay the fee
Meet me down on Orchard Street
Collectin'
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
place for the man that I love
Cause I'm livin my life just to sing and be free.
From LA to New York, from New York to LA
The city life of flashing
empire sights
Breadth taken by the New York skyline
For those who say the city's dirty and the streets are filled with horrible crime
Any fish outside
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 you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key, key
Uh, check it out
East New York style
check it out, check it out
Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah
Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys
Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds
Makes me want to have
and I'm off to eat
New York City got some quiet streets where your soul is gone
Every step you take is going on and on
And the only hope to leave this
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 trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little
That's along with every other
Lost New York rapper
That ever put out a song on DatPiff
But his team always reaching for
The highest amount of green
Look
years
and the storys widely told
How she still can smoke 'em faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name
There's
York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little
to my players left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee
underground"
"Ground Original" - Tonedeff
"New York City" - C-Rayz Walz
Your pessimistic flows have no
Chance of stopping this
Right before my Prime I guess
I'm
Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
unafraid but
Also of attacking life with
A sense of boldness and urgency
And an unconventional approach
Creating new models instead of following old
Ones
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,
lift up
His voice to the
Sky
(Take it straight
Through New York City)
[NAS]
Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
Look at me cook
Im in New York
Come to the hood and you learn to finesse
Im from the City where no one a rest
Head on a swivel i'm feeling possessed
to please
Gimme a cowboy who'll gimme the keys
I'm gonna drive his truck all the way back to
Tennessee
They say chin up girl you live New York City
No
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 trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in
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