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Welcome To New York City (ft. Jay-Z)

Turn the motherfucking music up

Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.

Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.

Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.

Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building

Brooklyn, Harlem World

(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Stand the fuck up!

(Jay-Z)

I'm a B.K. brawler

Marcy projects hallway loiterer

Pure coke copper, get your order up

I bring em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer

But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida

Rucker game attender; with the bent parked

on the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender

I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center

At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender

Next to Spike if you pan left to right

I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight

With Cam, once again if you pan left the device

It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic

And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night

And it was, off the set I brought hammers to the fight

But we from New York City, right Cam? (Cam: Ya damn right)

(Juelz Santana)

It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers

We still banging, we never lost power, tell em

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster

Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City(Cam'Ron)

Yo.

Theres a war going on outside no man is safe from

It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one

You'll get eight from the nine-m, straight "blum"!

Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk

Two on the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you

You get jammed with them jammers, blam with them blammers

Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, Mink on the motor-cycle

Trinkets they so delightful, blinging is so much ice boo

In front of sparks, body Castellano

Block away watched by Gotti and Gravano

It's "La Costa Nostra", someone close approach ya

They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur

Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort

Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught

Midnight pit fights, they love a victim

Watch him fore he watch you, Killa()(Cam'Ron)

I'm from 101, west a Hun' fortieth, this shit is live

Fifth-floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five

You're on 22nd, yet you from two-one

Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one(Jay-Z)

Courage I synastry

Got (lawyer name?) defending me

Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary

The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"

But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up(Cam'Ron)

Killa, I pinch that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug

Lay up in a pitch black tub,

You lookin at rich black thugs that get that love

And it won't stop til I get back Blood

Holla at em Hov(Jay-Z)

I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park

Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark

Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding

Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open

Homie, I play hard()(Cam'Ron) Yall niggas man, ya'll can't fuck around man

It's the ROC bitch, Killa! My nigga Jigga. Sigel! Beans!

Diplomats man, Hoffa! Dash!

Get the fuck off our dick - no homo

Pause, this is all i wanted to say for 2 minutes man

I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere

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