Music
Yeah, yeah I'm up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to the narrow, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here, I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominique Connells right there up on Broadway
Pulled me back to that McDonald's, took it to my stash spot, 560 St Street
Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons within' Page Street
Cruisin' down A Street, all white Lexus, drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm up that bad style, boomer that boy Biggie, now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me, say what up the top top, still sittin' my top
Sittin' caught side, Nixonets give me high five, nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude, that I'm most definitely from New York
I'm sweet, don't drink with drinks, I'm bad, oh, it's a fit you can't do
How you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new, feel like swillin' spying on you
Let's hear it, you welcome OG
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than the Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a crypto
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the Melon Pop, corners where we sellin' rock
Africa been bought a shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap, Hollaback
Carvin' us, it ain't fit, they act like they forgot how to edit
Eight million stories, out there in a naked city
It's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, special ed, I got it made
If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying to Wayne Wayne
Three dice, Celo, three card, Marley
Labor day, parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Fact, you were liberty, long live the world trade
Long live the King, yo, I'm from the Empire State
I'm free, jungle, we're dreams of fate
Oh, there's nothing you can't do
How you're a New York
Welcome to the Bright Lights, babe
If Jesus will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it to New York, New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Blind with catcher keys, receive the light
Catch you leading, gradually become worse
Don't fight the apple-eat, caught up in the end crowd
Now you're in style, enter the winter, gets cold
Info with your skin out, city of sin
It's a pity on the whim, good girls going bad
The city's filled with them, mommy took a bus trip
Now she got a bust out, everybody ride her
Like a bus sprouts, hell-married to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, light starts when the church in
Came in from school, graduated to the high life
Ballplayers, rap stars addicted to the limelight
Empty in May, got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better, slipped you a ambient
New York
I'm free, jungle, we're dreams of fate
Oh, there's nothing you can't do
Count your in New York
Yeah, these streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it to New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
But your light is in the air, everybody say yeah
Yeah, in New York
I'm free, jungle, we're dreams of fate
Oh, there's nothing you can't do
Count your in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it to New York
