Lyrics:
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
when I'm scrambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?
[Cam'ron]
Ya damn right
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night
It was a New York night, Rod was on the way home
So much beef in
through
New York, center of all the shine
Home of so many lives
Come on, let's grab a slice
We'll take a yellow cab
The grand home of diversity
We're all
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
"Now I'm on my way to the big city
I'm goin' to New York"
40-Year-Old Version (the Mecca)
Yo, the Bronx, it's on you
It's Harlem, what!
Let
never sell drugs, I took 'em
Never write rhymes, I cook 'em
I'm from the Old New York
Where you got your chain snatched
And your kicks tooken
I put
on that
Poison water out in Flint
They let them little babies drink on
That they don't care about us
New York City dC4 on the motherfucking way
You already
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
Wait, way back in the day
Dudes from the South migrated this way North
Lookin for the higher pay of course
Led by the forces they became big bosses
Like
Phil Smith, an older
No nonsense problem-solver from back home
Who wears thick glasses, a white
T-shirt, and seems perpetually
Mysteriously tense
We
York are you ready?
I'm coming straight out The Bronx
Representing
New York, New York are you ready?
Yo
Terror Squad, from the boogie down
Terror
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's
In New York,
Concrete jungle where
peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's
In New York,
Concrete jungle where
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla
(Ayo, I'm from New York, man)
Representin' NYC to the fullest (I'm from New York, where New York
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