![]() ![]() ![]() MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on) Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust outĮverybody ride her, just like a bus routeĪnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endĬame here for school, graduated to the high lifeīall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, EveĬaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleĮnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is These streets will make you feel brand new There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay) Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on) Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backįor foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to actĮight million stories, out there in the nakedĬity is a pity, half of y'all won't make it Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockĪfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughīut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can ![]() New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot)Ĭatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (come on) These streets will make you feel brand new (new)īig lights will inspire you (come on) (okay) Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah) There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay) Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely fromĬoncrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on) Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sĬatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I'm the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca ![]()
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