Lyrics:
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
Unless you carry guns, a lot too, ah bare tuff tings come at you
When New York man stop laugh and block off traffic (yeah)
Then dem wheel and pop off
Unless you carry guns, a lot too, ah bare tuff tings come at you
When New York man stop laugh and block off traffic (yeah)
Then dem wheel and pop off
Yo
Yo the trains are New York Veins
The cities a cycle
People are the blood stream
Mean and ice cold laid back
Counter clockwise the dice roll
Yank
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
the club
New York show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club
Houston show me love up in the club
K.C. show me love up in
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
New York wasn't Fabolous here
We Taking L's down to Madison Square
1 time for L'z Locked inside yeah
2 Times for Shmurda and GS9 Yeah
Bring it back
mind
Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like what floss mine like
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
the club, show us love
Milwauk' let the thugs in the club
The Bay let the thugs in the club
New York let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
calling you back
It's calling you back, New York, New York, my endless home
And the music's pouring out of the clubs tonight
And everyone's playing like
pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown, like what
Floss mine, like of course my, what
Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I
wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant
New York litty
Fly Papis in the club
Came thru Drippin
Pulled up wit the Day 1z
And We all Tipsy
All Eyes On us
Cuz We So Pretty
Bouta get bouta get
NY
up in New York
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
I don't even got to be inside to make
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
tape's in the club because one did
I got no pity so don't ask me for f***in any
I'll break a bum off but you n****z can't get a penny
When I was broke,
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
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