Lyrics:
New York was dark
Dirty and stark
Burning with yellow wings
Everyday come
With fever and hum
Who knows what it brings
Walking a wall
Without
Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where
count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didn't
of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the Predator
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby
mind the late night, Late night radio
Na Na Na Na Na Not at all
New York was dark
Dirty and stark
Burning with yellow wings
Everyday come with
counterfeit, Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's dick
You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it
Riffin' like you sniffin' coke to scare me but you
[Fat Joe]
Whattup JuJu?
Uhh whattup Beatnuts?
All them Dominicans in Corona
Bobbito Stretch my nigga Funk Flex
This is
of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the Predator
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
to New York City boys, to Boston and PA
He took them out with a well-aimed clout
And we often heard him say
I'm a free-born man of the USA
He fought
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
our blood
Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason
The honeymoon's
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
cr- cr- cr- cr-crack)
Yeah
New York, yeah, we got a problem
And I ain't talking that saw the god (nope)
It's that beef shit
That real street shit
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the Predator
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had
all my stuff
"I'm going back to new york city I do believe I've had enough"
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
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