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Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)
Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)
Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)
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 mark minus, negative
Is that the best vocals you give?
I passed your structure, you think its okay?
Motown needs to see me, deliver your cassette
Amateurs embarrass me, give me somethin` to play
I`ll 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 Viv, ask Hiram Hicks
I`ll put my face on the console, my engineer sharp
I thought you spit on hits
Oh you Spike now, wearin` Allan`s
You sportin` Houston`s kicks
Since you parked West, you rhyme and practice
While I hang out with the Dominican Republic
I keep the Sony cam - between crotches, I tape all Spanish chicks
International rapper on tight bars with the Spanish mix
Hittin` Spanish licks
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[Jacky Jasper]
Statues, buildings, street killers living
Could be heaven, pimps through thugs - nothin` givin`
Driven - to penthouse, lookers, dope cookers, jookas
The highest price hookers, gamblers, pushers
Thug ways, no way
Cabs some days, town call always, high all day
Honest but dishonest, regardless
I`m heartless cause money is endless
Not hard to get clip, you trip you`ll get clipped
The weak will slip, hit is what they get
Peeps walk, avoid the jack, don`t talk, guns spark
All money, shark fin, New York
Money`s fast, the city ain`t slow, the pay slow
With all those Burroughs, yo
[Chorus]
[Marc Live]
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... (yeah)
And if you snitch them kids`ll get you at the chicken spot
And rock big leathers, and match the Tims up
Lace the kicks up, a new fitted
A long chains make the chickens get real hot
Stop playin` this the Big Apple, we take a bite out
Conference calls, blow ten thousand (yeah) - on just a night out
The Westside Highway I test my heat out
Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out
The streets peek out, they like the Clayborne`s
Come through (yo), we make the streets stop, I know your head bop
New York City, where cats wil` out and jacks just go out
[Chorus] - 2X
