(new haircut and a busted lip) [instrumental]
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the name bitch know what I came wit D block triple c we on that same shit CHORUS (Sheek) Lets take it down south but keep it new york. We can
't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York Comin
Roc A Fella foreva CEO, what? What? Us the villains, fuck your feelings While y'all playa hate we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New York
tips and That's when the beast come out That's when the beast come out That's when the beast come out, that's when the Yeah, live New York rap, stay
sweet I freak with word power, my man speak with beats If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin' in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes
, for the computer hackers For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers For the deranged krylon stain makers For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists That New York
Out on the weekend Out on the weekend Out on the weekend Let them in, get the lights, let party begin Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin' From New York
ok, I'm chillin' What we gon' do? By yourself? Yeah What you up to No, I'm just ridin' Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child Hot '97, New York style Got
how come I don't smile I said everything's fine But I'm in a new york state of mind, baby yeah, I said everything's fine but I'm in a new york state
me tell you all one day That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it Cause any day in this fork, that they callin new york Based on nothin but
for the computer hackers For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers For the derranged krylon stain makers For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists That new york
we can't be touched [Magno] We can't be touched, because we move like powder And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York
haunting you Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news but Off somewhere in a New York flat