Lyrics:
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
favorite station
Laughing all the while
Love the way, the day, stretches on in a
Long and warm, a long and warm New York Summer
Moon rise over the party
to New York
I was living like a king
There I'd used up all my money
I was looking for your ass
This way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like
the first lover in the land
The call me a lovin' man
I'm the first, the last, the best and the most
The women love me from coast to coast
From New
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
the president, I am the president
Dirty Money
Queens, New York is in the motherfuckin' building, building, building
Building, building, building, building,
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
under the evergreens.
I know what I'm needin', and I don't wanna waste more time.
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy livin' day by day
of the black reign
You look, you laugh
You doubt and go out
And I'm gone
But the bass goes on
To talk the talk, but walk the walk
The king of New York
City
Sidewalks are sticky
Blood and spit congregate
Next day all cleaned by eight
In New York City
Mouth and fingers sticky
In New York City
New York
missed a shooting star going by
While lookin' at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed a rainbow
I
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
like the first time
You told me by the neon sign
And then your New York kiss
I knew you knew your kiss
Now it's another place
A place your memory owns
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows,
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
I live in one small room in New York City
Lately I'm afraid to go outside
My friends said stay here and it won't be pretty
But where could I go with
on a mission, She want the key in the ignition.
Everything coached by supervision.
Hook:
Metaphor Kingpin, LA, New York back to Cleveland, Let's increase this,
motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by
Valentine's Day
I hope the sun's out in New York
I hope he bought you roses
I hope he bought you roses
So Happy Valentine's Day
I hope the sun's out
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
clean, and the people are friendly, and everybody's in love. so I went to new york, and I got this job at this incredible twelve track studio. well, I
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