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Yeah, |
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Yeah, I'm a up at Brooklyn, |
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Now I'm down in Tribeca, |
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Right next to DeNiro, |
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But I'll be hood forever, |
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I'm the new Sinatra, |
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And since I made it here, |
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I can make it anywhere, |
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Yeah they love me everywhere, |
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I used to cop in Harlem, |
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All of my dominicanos |
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Right there up on broadway, |
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Brought me back to that McDonalds, |
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Took it to my stash spot, |
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Five Sixty Stage street, |
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Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, |
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Cruising down 8th street, |
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Off white lexus, |
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Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, |
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Me I'm up at Bedsty, |
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Home of that boy Biggie, |
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Now I live on billboard, |
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And I brought my boys with me, |
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Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta |
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Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives, |
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N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee, |
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Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from... |
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In New York, |
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, |
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There's nothing you can't do, |
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Now you're in New York, |
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These streets will make you feel brand new, |
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The lights will inspire you, |
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Let's here it for New York, New York, New York |
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(Jay-Z:) |
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I made you hot n-gga, |
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Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, |
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Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can, |
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You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho, |
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But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though, |
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Welcome to the melting pot, |
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Corners where we selling rocks, |
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Afrika bambaataa sh-t, |
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Home of the hip hop, |
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Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back, |
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For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act, |
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8 million stories out there and their naked, |
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Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it, |
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Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made, |
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If Jesus payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade, |
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3 dice cee-lo |
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3 card marley, |
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Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, |
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Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade, |
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Long live the king yo, |
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I'm from the empire state that's... |
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In New York, |
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, |
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There's nothing you can't do, |
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Now you're in New York, |
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These streets will make you feel brand new, |
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The lights will inspire you, |
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Let's here it for New York, New York, New York |
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Lights is blinding, |
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Girls need blinders |
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So they can step out of bounds quick, |
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The side lines is blind with casualties, |
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Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse, |
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Don't bite the apple Eve, |
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Caught up in the in crowd, |
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Now your in-style, |
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And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, |
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The city of sin is a pity on a whim, |
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Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them, |
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Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, |
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Everybody ride her, just like a bus route, |
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Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, |
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And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends, |
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Came here for school, graduated to the high life, |
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Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, |
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MDMA got you feeling like a champion, |
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The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien |
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In New York, |
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, |
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There's nothing you can't do, |
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Now you're in New York, |
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These streets will make you feel brand new, |
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The lights will inspire you, |
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Let's here it for New York, New York, New York |
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One hand in the air for the big city, |
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Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty, |
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No place in the World that can compare, |
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Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh |
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Come on, come, |
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Yeah, |
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In New York, |
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, |
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There's nothing you can't do, |
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Now you're in New York, |
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These streets will make you feel brand new, |
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The lights will inspire you, |
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Let's here it for New York, New York, New York |
