Lyrics:
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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
!
The flyest
The highest
And I ain't on no diet
Don't throw no bread crumbs
You know it's going to start a riot
Pigeon of New York
You see me; I'm flying private
it' at
I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that
Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra,
as well go to Chris
New York, New York are you ready?
New York, where we talk to walk to walk
New York, New York are you ready?
What's up New York
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
Terror Squad, Bird Gang, D-Block
Just a few of my niggas but
You might know em by the
Gangs in New York gangs in New York
Gangs in New York gangs in New
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
You can be the investigator, I'm your private I
(My love)
You know I want a piece of that pie
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
My
strapped on my ankle
I'm back in the city and I can't believe this shit
Got the biggest, baddest bitch in New York
Her name Liberty, I came to see
you can't fuck her like me
Yeah, they might be runtz but they ain't lava like this
Atlanta, New York, can't forget the DMV Every single week, I
motherfuckers so mad at me
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head & talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari
!)
You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo
!)
You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo
sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't
as it's celebrated in many Asian cultures. But I think it's also because I'm in New Yorker.
New York was a place where you came to start your dreams. I'm
New York City, I'm fuckin' BAPE up
When I ain't on satellite fuckin' Shade up
All you radio niggas need to wake up
Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
glad you came I hope you're hungry let me pull your chair out
I made some soul food
Some food for thought. Don't be rude don't throw salt
My name ain't
you already know
Yeah, Yeah
Check it
It's gonna go something like this
Pepe, run it
Yeah New York, Where I'm from
The city that never sleeps
So I've
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