yeah I'm out that Brooklyn now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash-box, 560 State St., catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastries
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus, driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Best Buy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's, sittin' courside, Knicks and Nets give my a high five
Hey I be spiked out, I could trip a referee, tell my my attitude that I'm most definitely from
C: New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, theres nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York, these streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Hey I made the Yankee hat more famous that a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a crip though
But I got a gang a people walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' pot, Africa Bambatta stuff, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't pretty act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked, city is a pity of of you won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got it Made",if Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
three dice Cee-lo, three Card Marley, labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade, long live the King yo, I'm from Empire state that's
C
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders, so they can step out of bounds quick the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually, then gradually become worse
Don't bit the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
And when the winter gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim, good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out, everybody rides her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin and Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life, ball players, rap starts, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion, the city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
C
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
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