Lyrics:
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
walked with the sweats and
I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and
I walked in Bedford Hills
I walked into open mic nights and
I walked into
head
Never left on read
Honey you can kick back let me make breakfast in bed
Follow you like Simon says
Fly you out to Budapest
Love the way you keep me
shot
Who gone hold it and who's not
Who gone change spots
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with
undastand
The Genovese, ah Gambino all five in New York got together
With Anthony Accardo in Chicago to see
This whole meeting was what to do with these
Won't you dance with me
Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no
a little bit of faking
For a tiny slight deception
For some insincere affection
(TV: ...committed suicide in his New York Penthouse. He leaves no
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there
figures
In New York with my bro’s on the road to these riches
And if you ain’t my slime then you won’t see my vision
Thank god for the day cause I’m blessed
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
three times and I`m back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought
Yeah, ohhh-ohh
Yeaahhh, yeaaa
I love you more then my mouth can say
I'll take a flight to Kingston, any place
Just to be in yo face
From New
It's pure Dopium, give 'em a heart attack
I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts
Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback
Eight balls
you gotta get that paper daddy
Keep that shit tight
But yo i need some sorta lovin in my life
You dig me
While politicin' wit my sister from New York
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
skies
They meet again in old New York, he tells her one sweet lie
And they danced and they danced, and a man said "I love you so"
And a woman moved
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fair ground?s painted swings
These foolish things remind me
to see this side of me
New York, I built it like the Yankees, this a dynasty
I did out of love, no need to thank a nigga honestly
You broke I can tell,
blending in with the skyline
We could link up in Brooklyn when the time's right
Still by myself
I left my heart on a plane
You've seen me bleed
Baby you know
Wife's Mrs. Big she a preachers wife
Don't say his name in vain I mean Jesus Christ
He is the Savior I am the one who was lost
I feel like I'm Simon cause
Sister tatted on my arm my family know I really got them
Treat my heart like New York City I'm protecting Gotham
I can't fuck wit nun you niggas I
that
Rescued me
My mind
Can take this
Like the edge of a building
It’s shadowing
If I’m in the ballroom in New York with lights on
Will you dance with me
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