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[Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: |
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I'm talkin' 'bout the city |
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She got rotten milk in her titty |
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But her nipples look good and if I really could |
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I would bag me the State of Liberty |
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[Verse One] [C-Rayz Walz]: |
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Fright night like Dwight Gooden I'm dope |
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Shop a Strawberry, raw ready, pinstripe folks |
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With Bernhard Goetz kids, you lovin' that left hit |
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We're not underground, we the crack in the crevice |
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Subway performers, donations accepted |
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Probation detected |
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Slow patient infected |
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80's crazy, Larry Davis baby |
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Live from the meadow lands, harpoons Haiti |
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Slugs blastin' |
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Mad drug trafficin' |
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Spanish mami's with the booties of Africans |
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True pinstriper, trap hanger for lifer |
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Clap bangers we hyper |
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Rap halos and ciphers |
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The iron horse galaxy, we stay ridin' |
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No gold, the streets is paved in trident |
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Bubble goose your orbit, can't go pop here |
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Rest in peace Coney Island, life is not fair |
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A small world of hip hop the scene is huge |
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We got power from the streetlight, then blew the fuse |
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Where the worm is |
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You never forget once you've been |
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New York in the house, how much is the rent? |
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[Verse Two] [Karniege]: |
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Karniege is chillin' |
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Mos def I'm New York like Frank Sinatra |
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Soul in the hole, control hip hopera |
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It started here, then became popular |
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All over the world, New York is poppin' up |
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Home of the rotten apple, cops will cap you |
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Not like a fitted; pistol or body bag you |
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Fast slang talkers? That's New York shit |
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Robbed in the mornin'? That's a New York vic |
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Song bang awesome? That's a New York hit |
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Mommy body gorgeous? That's New York chicks |
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Ride the iron horse, visit our boroughs |
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We still dispute about who the most thorough |
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Tourists take pics, amaze how we livin' |
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9/11 scenery, we won't forget it |
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Skyline, parkways, tunnels, bridges |
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Keeps us grindin', New York get busy |
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[Verse Three] [Vast Aire]: |
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I'm lookin' at cats like, "Who do you think you are?" |
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I'm a New York star |
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Mighty Jo, watch the flow |
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You be a nation of gods, it's possible |
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B.K.N.Y., to uptown niggas |
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To the downtown thugs with the ill figures |
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Shawty in the park with the ill figure |
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(Yo Vast that's my niece) |
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Go figure |
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I'm about to smash |
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Then I gotta hustle and stand on the corner and count my cash |
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It's a New York thing |
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A New York swing |
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I was born in Mt. Vernon, a New York king |
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I started, rhymin' in Queens |
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I spit a light beam to wreck the scene |
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We them New York kids that don't grin |
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Cause every year we want the Knicks to win |
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[Verse Four] [Access Immortal]: |
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I love the Yanks, I ain't never been a New York Mets fan |
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Livin' in Gotham City but the world ain't Batman |
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Seem like everybody reppin' here got rap plans |
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? master fitted or headband |
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? when I was hustlin' my life story |
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I grew up on the block, seekin' the mic glory |
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Sittin' in class, folks barely did a thing for me |
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Couldn't stop the fact I'm always leakin' from my brain stormin' |
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New York days are more than New York nights |
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Tourists always fascinated off of Time Square lights |
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I know hustlers in Brooklyn that'll cook up white |
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Drink the bottles, gettin' blunted in the project flights |
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On the real, most ghettos that I know is a coffin |
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And murders, many happen in my city too often |
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This ain't a place an enemy would want to get lost man |
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The Hudson is a river that you'll likely get tossed in |
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[Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: |
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We're talkin' 'bout the city |
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She got rotten milk in her titty |
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But her nipples look good and if I really could |
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I would bag me the State of Liberty |
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We're talkin' 'bout the city |
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She got rotten milk in her titty |
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But her nipples look good and if I really could |
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I would bag me the State of Liberty |
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[Verse Five] [Poison Pen]: |
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New York denizen |
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New York tenement |
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New York citizen |
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New York militant |
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New York sentences |
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New York fitted man |
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New York nemesis |
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New York sentences |
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Albee Square Mall is gone |
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Moment of silence |
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Kenmore Theater of violence |
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Get popped on while you get your popcorn |
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On the ave, my favorite number spot gone |
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? Hospital, metropolitan and church |
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The new New York don't work |
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I'mma form my team, you call us a gang |
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Run us through the system again and again |
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Caught the BX, criminal court bitch |
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Trade Gameboys at Coliseum |
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See if these fronts fit |
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Game room ? |
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Pass my pool stick |
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Call my chick Apollo, she walk with a two fifth |
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[Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: |
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Don't talk 'bout the city |
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She got rotten milk in her titty |
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But her nipples look good and if I really could |
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I would bag me the State of Liberty |
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Don't talk 'bout the city |
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She got rotten milk in her titty |
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But her nipples look good and if I really could |
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I would bag me the State of Liberty |
