Lyrics:
Paranoia blues
Down and out in New York City
Roll me for a nickel
Stick me for an extra dime
Anyway you choose
You're bound to lose in New York City
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
Hey New York City, it’s not your fault.
Hey New York City, it’s not your fault.
Hey New York City, I thought all in all,
That you were so pretty,
you down if I tried
But I try
You're like New York at night
So caught up in the flashing lights
But I can't pass you by
Can't help it my eye is
I'm down by law
And we're surrounded by
Assassins! Phantomas! Mutantes! And serpents!
Werewolves and sex fiends
New York
New York City
Lafayette
and titties?
(New York, New York, you know I got bitches on me) Sure enough, sure enough
Well, let me walk you through the city
(Bright lights, big city
under evergreens
But I know what I'm needin', and I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy livin' day by day
York
New York City we on map
Jayz the blueprint
That's a fact
H to the izzo
V to the Issa
Don't you know Jigga use to
Hustle down in V.c
State
Got into town on a Saturday night
With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights
And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side
'Coz I was nuts
people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love
Love
again New York city (free)
It's goin' down, down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
out with the dope that I sling,
And you can't touch it when I'm goin off.
And crazy shouts to my niggaz up north.
Although you're locked down you're
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
under the evergreens
But I know what I'm needing
And I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by
contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles,
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
Under the evergreens
But I know what I'm needing
And I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by
New York to London, I'm stuffing these Funyuns
So If you eat trail mix, get out my DM's
We're snacking on these chips from the AM to PM, Chip City
We
Cali that I got straight out the Valley
But in New York City
Your hustle means everything
We could cruise the town lay back in a Maybach
While we sip
Shout out A$AP shout out Vinny Cha$e
Shout out Troy Ave shout out New York City
Shout out Mack Wilds
Shout out Chinx, French, Coke Boys
And I'm up out
to have me some of that New York City
Now, I was leaving San Diego in a Chevrolet van
I, out across the desert into no man's land
I just love the west
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
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