Lyrics:
hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York! (Woo!)
New
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got
that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes
Good
New York, my love is true
Will you be there for me
When I come back to you?
New York, there's no place like you
Light up the streets
For we're coming
going to... Yes! They were going to NEW YORK!
"ETHELL, we're going to... New York!"
But first they were gonna stop in LAS VEGAS...
It's off
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked
Three birds for a show, nigga gon' book it
I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin' rookie
Your broad want
seen
They were the Peking king and the New York queen
I said the Peking king and the New York queen
As fate would have it it was a toss of a dice
one since birth.
"New York is number one today in the house!"
[El P]
I'll do the simple shit; strike harder than Hoffa.
El the maladjusted, MC
alright yeah, alright yeah, yeah-eh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo, yo
Things changed since we came out, been some shit in New York
Niggas stopped gettin jig
Rochester New York
Home of the brave
Where shook ones get put in comas and graves
It's real in the ROC
Mamas ride and clap at ya
How you think we got
yeah, alright yeah, yeah
Things changed since we came out, been some shit in new york
Niggaz stopped gettin jig in new york, bloods and crips in new york
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
ever show you that book he made me?
White rabbit, New York, it's a fake
Plagiarised his love letters from some time before
For someone before
Seems
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes
Good
a polish
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans
wanna go New York City?
New York City
Are you sure you wanna go New York City?
New York City
I never had a feeling I was fail here
City open they arms
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one knows where Yorkshire is
From New York
Still feel I was born for it
To West Yorks
No less
[Rakim]
One two
Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian
Lack the support to make sense of it all
Tell me take the win
Remember to stand up tall
Enjoy the sprawl
I never been to New York City before
I never
New York City and New York gritty
They was lyin' if they told you that New York pretty
Better stay up on your hustle, stay New York witty
Forever,
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