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New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York

Tropical vibes
Build a spilf and get high
Cutest girl by my side
Fried
Cookie bop to the sky 
And I know you know
She's the one that I chose
That's

EXPERIENCE cND LIFE IN PcRK HILL cND STcPLETON HOUSES IN THE 2000s... 
NcRRcTIVE STYLE CONCEPTUcLIZED BY crtist/Producer Robert DarkaShade...
INTRO: STREETS

Crossin' over railroad tracks, holdin' on to mama's hand
Walkin' through different ghettos, watchin' for any man
Mama knows we keep her safe, she

Late to the party, come on
In the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can't get no

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Greatest Hits [Sequel]

2000

hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York

'em up
Who do I see? Some fool
That wanna get with me not in the mood
So I really don't wanna speak
A black man, that not too many understand
He has

(yeah)
His own mama threw him in the bin (uh)
Man he had to live life like a sin
Yeah his grandma had just took him in
Shit is so crazy so crazy so crazy

but by other man
We all know time is ours in the ghettos
But it's not the ghettos so long
So ghetto youths
Keep ya calm and keep it cool
Don't let no

wax

Ah one new dance weh Chi Ching find again
Ah run the street and the lane and 'round di the bend
Way Up! Ah di name and di title
Done by

I want me a bitch from the ghetto
Juicy on sweats and she always got rent due
Messy ass hair and insane in the mental
Papa in pen so she won't ever

An ihrer Am spiel'n
Früher wollten sie mich piesacken
Die selben Loser siehst du heute
Noch ihr Piece hacken
In der Nacht macht man Heia, man schläft
Während

Man man, look up at the sky

All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight

Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are

Comin' from

Millionaires

Talib Kweli

Mission Control Presents Prehistoric Sounds

2000

Cause who will be 'round
When your life is looking down?
Be true to yourself
Plants your roots in the ground

The ghetto is desolate
But don't be

Flow cold kunge chando
Unobatwa neFlu
My homie
Popped a ghetto diamond
Anogara kumabvuku
Shawty sticking around
To see The day in life of my crew
Inga

and the drop top out
Presidential ice pon mi wrist now
Baba my ghetto Yute wan live a better life
Inna Nima man dem dey hustle tight
For O juelegba man dem no

all
The fools against him
Dealin’ with the mass confusion
Robbin’ and lootin’ and drive by shoots
(Tit's) but in the ghetto it’s
An everyday thang

(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence

how to fish, is supposed you try'na feed him
Look a man in the eyes, that's the best way to read him
'Cause faces they change, but point of views remain

A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Lowkey pimpin got the fur on the back
Diamond in

was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one

Chorus

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I

No Master Plan No Master Race

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by

sure
how the ghetto youth them still a sleep pon the floor

VERSE 3:

She calls out man in the street
(man in the street)
he can see she's been crying

lean by the line
I ain’t pourin no fifth
I’ll work in the trap
I’ll work in the kitchen
Brand new glock and the ass extended
Pull up it’s movie
Won’t