Lyrics:
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
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
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
farm in upstate bankrupt
New York to walk the streets once more
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
got it goin' on
And New York is the city that we know don't sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak, Miami bringin'
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
You know
A lot of people say
You're from Upstate New York
You don't know what the fuck a trap is
You know what I have to say to that?
Yea I don't,
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
every now and then
But it's budget wine again
New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes
Sleeping in the upstate jail, we sang those winter blues
conversation
New York nigga be like "dead ass"
L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies"
I was out the Porsch like Fed-Ex
Two-Eleven got bread on me
K-Dot
got it goin' on
And New York is the city that we know don't sleep
And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak, Miami bringin'
and the words may rhyme
some say i'm
the real talk of the city of New York
its the Diddy in the walk and the smooth in my style groove with a smile 'till they
in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write
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
Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
to the club I'll make it rain ("money")
In California n****s die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
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
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya
shooters from New York
But I show a nigga how the metal feel (turn up)
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse
to the club I'll make it rain ("money")
In California niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop
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