Lyrics:
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
Lights
That's where I go to escape it
At night
Only the lonely times in my past has helped me shape it
It's 2 A.M. in New York City
And even with all these
the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New
in stop him
Get close range onnem go n drop him
Real niggas n my circle We is not them
In New York I Milly Rock (uh)
Hide it in my sock (uh)
Running
and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
Lo'
Sit back and sip Moë as I'm count my dough
Grand Puba Maxwell, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we mic talk
Lo'
Sit back and sip Moë as I'm count my dough
Grand Puba Maxwell, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we mic talk
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
the bright frights in this big city?
Things flying by in the Boo York minute
Too many things in a day to try to fit in
All of you should stand up and dance,
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like
Yeah, what do you know about this?
I'm rocking all black Raf Simons, I swear to god I can't miss
I was in Fashion Week, New York, and I went right
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
Skinny legend
Ah ah ah
When they ask where I'm from
I tell em
New York City
New York
New York
City
New York
New York
City
I wanted to stunt with you
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
Paper Mache
Wrapped around hearts
The love never stops
The pain always starts
Walking around, the city at night
The cabs rushing by, New York City
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
wifi
New York cat with some tie-dye, smokin' grass singin' la la
Decades pass and they fly by, Stay connected like wifi
You can't build Rome in one day
out the way)
(This ain't no cap this for my dog up in the grave)
(Talk down on me no I don't care)
(QVR)
Mike Amiri jeans, B.B Simon hold my belt buckle
Yeah
You're in New York, I'm in L.A
I drive to work, you take the train
My heart, it burns, yes it burns, yes it burns
We're oceans away
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