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Yeah, I'm out that CBrooklyn
Now I'm Cdown in Tribeca
Right next to CDeNiro
But I'll be Chood forever
GI'm the newF Sinatra
And sFince I made it here
I Fcan make it Fanywhere
Yeah, they love me Feverywhere G
I used to cop in HaCrlem
Hola my CDominicanos
Right there upC on Broadway
Brought me bCack to that McDonalds
GTook it to Fmy stash spot
560 SFtate street
CaFtch me in thFe kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
GCruising dowCn 8th street
Off-Cwhite Lexus
Driving so sloCw but BK is from Texas G
Me I'm out that FBed-Stuy
Home Fof that boy Biggie
Now I live on BiFllboard
And I brought my boFys with me G
GSay what up tAmo Ty Ty, still sipping mai tais
Sitting courGtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Homie I be ESpiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
FNew York
GConcrete jungle where dreams are maAmde, oh
There's nothing you Ccan't do
Now you're in FNew York
GThese streets will make you feel Ambrand new
Big lights will inCspire you
Let's hear it for New YorFk
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip, though
But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot
Corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa stuff
Home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
8 million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade
Long live the king yo
I'm from the Empire State, that's:
Welcome to the bright light
Lights is blinding
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The side lines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd
Now you're in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien
COne hand in the air for the big city
CStreet lights, big dreams all looking pretty
G'
No place in the world that can compare
EPut your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"
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