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NYC

In the city of dreams

You get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx

And it's the fortunate one who dies

(New York, you ready?)

He move from LAS to Soho

A few blocks for those who don't know

Down the hall punched a hole in the wall

Bounced out, all are in control

Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101

Don't fly too high on your own supply

Get burnt by the sun

'Cause in the city of dreams

You get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx

And it's the fortunate one who dies

He was NY's talk of the town

Heard out to the LI sound

He started datin' models and he figured it out

He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out

Qualified sex machine

No better than a vowed fiend

She wanted a ride to the upper east side

But he dropped her ass off in Queens

'Cause in the city of dreams

You get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy would play his guitar

Like he was ready for war

You ready, K?

(And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky)

It's your man Nas here

Take it straight through New York city

Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown

Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard

I'm thought of highly, shoppin' Louie, Gianni

Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?

City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway

Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age

The illest city on the planet

Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin'

We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers

My footsteps of Scatman Crothers

It's just generations of style to get

Five luminous minutes with me

Interviews on how I flip sixty twos

This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now

I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down

Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceilin'

Then it's a loud fool, fifty third street, right near the Hilton

I'm fightin' the feelin' I had when I was lightin' up buildings

Now I'm writin' for millions of listeners

Critics who just don't get it

They try dissin' us, New York full of kings and queens

All the rest just mimic us

'Cause in the city of dreams

You get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam tonight

That boy would play his guitar

Like he was ready for war

And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky

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