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[Chorus: singer - repeat 4X]
Are you sure you wanna go, to New York City (New York City) [Kool Keith] New York City`s finest, the added attraction next to your man Popular name, I`m Mark Minus Negative, is that the best vocals you give I pass the structure, you think it`s okay, Motown needs to see me Deliver your cassette, amateurs embarass me Give me somethin to play, I sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant I expect cash, don`t play anything cartoon in front of Mike Biv Ask Hyram Hicks, I put my face in the console My engineer`s sharp, I thought you spit on hits Oh you Spike now, wearin Allen You sportin Houston`s kicks, Central Park West You rhyme and practice While I hang out with the Dominican Republic I keep the Sony Cam, between crushes I take all Spanish chicks, international rapper On tight bars with the Spanish mix Hittin Spanish licks [Chorus] [uncredited rapper] Statues, buildings, street killings, living could be heaven Pimps {?} thugs, nothing given driven The Penthouse look is dope cookers jukers The high price, hookers gamblers pushers Subways no way, cab some days Town call always I all days Honest but dishonest, regardless I`m heartless, cause money is endless No heart to get clipped you trip you`ll get clipped The weak will slip, hit is what they get Heat spark avoid the jack don`t talk gun spark All money sharks in New York Money`s fast, the city ain`t slow The papes low, in all those boroughs, yo [Chorus] [uncredited rapper] Yo, yo I love the dirty blocks, my thugs at the corner movin that stuff Controllin the spot, I like the city yo we move quickly Where the streets talk a lot, yo (uh-huh, yo) And if you snitch them kids`ll get you at the chicken spot And rock big leathers, and match the Timbs up Lace the kicks up, the new fitted (new fitted) A long chains make the chickens get real hot Stop playin, it`s the Big Apple We take a bite out, conference calls blow ten thousand (yeah) Bungalo six baby, on just a night out (woo!) The Westside highway, I test my heat out Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out The streets peak out, they like the Claybornes Come through, yo we make the streets stop I know your head bop, New York City (New York) Where cats wild out and jacks just go out [Chorus] - 2X (to fade)
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