Lyrics:
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
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
in the house, yeah
Word, what's up?
Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin'
We wanna say what's up to New York, yanamsayin', 'cause we from Down
darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing
brakes, serial defaced for Jinx
The license I carry still ain't safe in New York state
It's still a lot of ways to manage the life expectancy average
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
to write alone
Be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I've ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
York, New York
City that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved there from
that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
Yeah, well, I like to see some
be on some shit in New York
New York City, shiftee low down gritty
you punk niggaz yell pity and smell shitty
NYPD can suck my dick
this is the way we
how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over
new york, new york
The city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved
through
New York, center of all the shine
Home of so many lives
Come on, let's grab a slice
We'll take a yellow cab
The grand home of diversity
We're all
met in New York City
He was sitting like a prince on the stairs of his old building
And he kissed you, you were finished, two months in a minute
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
way to go
Seeing a bigger picture, but now from different angles
Tangle of the hustling, survival in the game
Felt I had to leave home to be a household
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
me a little moo
Moo, yes, moo, yes, moo with me, moo
Yes moo with me
Yes it sounds beautiful
Moo, let me hear you New York City
Thank you
Moo
bad
Ya know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New
it worth your while
I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file
I'm feeling good now, back home again
Well, New York City is the city that I feel
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
Just chillin' up in New York City
One got witty
Took his mask off, he a dumb ass
Got him on viddy
Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle"
Blaow,
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