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[Primeira Parte]EYeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in TribecaRight next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood foreverI’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhereEI used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanosRight there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage streetCatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastryECruising down 8th street, off white LexusDriving so slow but BK is from TexasMe I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy BiggieNow i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with meESay what up to Ty Ty, still sipping MaltaSitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fivesN-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I most definitely from[Refrão]In New YorkEConcrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New YorkEThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet's here it for New York, New York, New York[Segunda Parte]I made you hot n-ggaECatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameSh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee canYou should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip thoBut I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click thoughEWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocksAfrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hopYellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla backFor foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to actEEight million stories out there and their nakedCities is a pity half of y’all won’t make itMe I gotta plug a special and i got it madeIf Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne WadeThree dice Cee-Lo, three card marleyLabor day parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the king yo, I’m from the Empire State that's[Refrão]In New York[Terceira Parte]ELights is blinding, girls need blindersSo they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines isBlind with casualties,who sipping life casuallyThen gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple EveECaught up in the in crowd, now your in-styleAnd in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin outThe city of sin is a pity on a whimGood girls gone bad, the cities filled with themEMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city your a VirginAnd Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church endsECame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMdma got you feeling like a championThe city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien[Refrão]In New York[Ponte]AOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams all looking prettyNo place in the World that can comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say yeahCome on, come, yeah[Refrão]In New York
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