Lyrics:
through
New York, center of all the shine
Home of so many lives
Come on, let's grab a slice
We'll take a yellow cab
The grand home of diversity
We're all
and your chaperon (Notorious)
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still the center
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
Drive - Fuck New York!
Fuck the Empire State
Fuck the Chrysler
Fuck Joe Torre - Fuck New York!
Fuck Radio City
Fuck Lincoln Center
Fuck St. Patrick's -
Tell 'em again, uh huh! Word to the world
Word up, New York
Word up, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Uptown, Queens
Make noise! Staten Island, keep whylin'
Word
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
Islands in the winter
Summer bus rides to Great Adventure
I've brung New York back
To real rap inventors
New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
day we be kings and queens
Cant afford to get a caught with ounces
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
With legs open further and ditch if you
for the last
Talk of New York, Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, baby (yeah, man)
Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, you know
Buck Marley, ha, Young Buck
Curtis
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
pictures)
Yeah I keep bread with a chilly neck
Diplomats 'round this bitch they knowin' we the realest set (bird gang)
Yeah we 'gon spoil New York
Call us
half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off they necks
There's a rumor that spread
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Brodie Macck man
Smokin dope in the stu
10-27-1994, St. John's Hospital, Queens, New York
Far Rockaway to be exact of course
Project building baby no
the Queen is dead"
Yeah, she told me she was sick of all the hospital food
And of doctors, distant relatives, draining her blood
She said, "I know I'm
the Queen is dead"
Yeah, she told me she was sick of all the hospital food
And of doctors, distant relatives, draining her blood
She said, "I know I'm
This is dedicated to all them fuck
Ass lists you left me out
All them conversations 'bout New York
I wasn't mentioned, like I moved or something
"Get-get.. get down!"
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens
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