| Ah New York New York big city of dreams
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| And everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law and I know my way around, too much
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| Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah
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| Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!
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| A castle in the sky, one mile high
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| Built to shelter the rich and greedy
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| Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
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| Lookin DOWN on the poor and the needy
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| Miles of people, marchin up the avenue
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| Doin what they gotta do, just to get by
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| I’m livin in the land of plenty and many
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| But I’m damn sure poor and I don’t know why
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| Too much, ah too many people, too much
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| Too much, too many people, too much!
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| A man’s on a ledge, says he’s gonna jump
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| People gather round, said, He won’t he’s just a chump
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| Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
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| His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
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| He says he ain’t gonna pay no child support
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| Because the bitch left him without a second thought
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| He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet
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| She even left his clothes, out in the street
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| He keeps hearin noises when he’s at home
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| He always hears voices when he’s all alone
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| His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
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| In this man’s world, so much for women’s lib
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| New York New York big city of dreams
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| But everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law, and I know my way around
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| Down in the Village, you might think I’m silly
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| but you can’t tell the women from the men sometimes
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| They’re sugar and spice and everything nice
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| But when you get em home ain’t no tellin what you find
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| Right next door is a little old man
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| I seen him eatin dog food out of a can
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| He says, I got to eat, when I can’t afford meat
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| I barely can stand, on my own two feet
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| I got a bad habit and I just can’t break it Somethin’s on my mind and I just can’t shake it I need some time, and I want some space
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| I gotta get away from the human race
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| Too much, ah too many people, too much… a-ha hah
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| Too much, ah too many people, too much! |
| Rrrrrrrah!
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| Stand at a skyscraper reachin into heaven
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| When over in the ghetto I’m livin in hell
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| Just play ball or be an entertainer
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| cause niggaz like me can’t read too well
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| Nobody loves me, nobody cares
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| I dreamed about a life but I’m livin in a nightmare
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| Paranoid schitzo, set back, snowbound
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| Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown!
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| Hee, huh (16X) HUH!
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| If only I could sleep just ten more minutes
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| I might find the strength to make another day
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| If I didn’t have to get up, and do my thing
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| I would probably sleep my whole life away
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| I messed up a nice dream, somethin bout ice cream
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| Whipped cream fruits and a cherry on top
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| Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh
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| The pressure is on it ain’t never gonna stop
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| I sho’gotta learn to use my mind
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| I don’t wanna be kissin nobody’s behind
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| Just standin on line lookin like a jerk
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| Gotta get off my butt and do a full day’s work
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| I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash
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| Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash
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| A crowd gathered round, they’re callin me fat
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| Who you lookin at wit a face like that?
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| New York New York big city of dreams
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| Everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law and I know my way around
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| On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
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| Women standin on the corner sellin satisfaction
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| One young punk just leanin on the fence
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| Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
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| Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
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| Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands
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| Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man
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| New York New York big city of dreams
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| And everything in New York ain’t always what it seem
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law and I know my way around
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| Too much, too many people, too much… ah ha hah hah
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| Too much, too many people, too much! |
| HUAHH!
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| A baby cries and a mother dies
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| And the tears fall from the doctor’s eyes because
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| in this room, on this day
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| The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh |
| The gift of life really means a lot
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| And in the ghetto your life is all you got
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| So you take to the streets, tryin to exist
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| in the trash and slime of a world like this
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| What you watch, on TV
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| a tells you what life is supposed to be But when you look outside the only thing you see
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| Is the poverty stricken, reality, heh
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| Abandoned places, angry faces
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| Much hate and hunger through-out the races
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| You say, I’m grown and I’m on my own
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| So why don’t everybody just leave me alone!
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| Now you stay at home, talkin on the phone
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| Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
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| They never took the time to tell you bout sex
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| So you had to learn about it in the discotheques
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| Nine months later, the baby is there
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| and the nigga that did it said, I don’t care!
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| You don’t have enough money to help feed two
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| So you have to choose between the baby and you
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| The sky was cryin, rain and hail
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| When you put yo’baby in the garbage pail
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| Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid
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| And you tried to forget what you just did, huh
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| The muffled screams of a dyin baby
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| was enough to drive the young mother crazy
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| so she ran in the rain tryin to ease the pain
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| Huh huh, and she drove herself insane
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| New York New York big city of dreams
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| But everything in New York ain’t always what it seem
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law and I know my way around
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| Ah too much, too many people, too much… ah ha hah hah
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| Too much, too many people, too much! |
| HUHHH!
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| So what’s happenin man? |
| What’s happenin?
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| Man you should see these bad girls out here workin the corner
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| Loose joints, loose joints!
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| A hah hah hah
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| Aiyyo baby won’t you come here man gimme a little somethin
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| Let’s try to get the money man
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| Aiyyo aiyyo y’all know this dude look he comin right here let’s rob him man
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| Ohh yeah yeah
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| Nah nah leave him alone
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| Hey slick, you know your way to Sugarhill Records?
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| Ay man that’s in Jersey nigga! |
| C’mere c’mere man whassup wit you?
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| (conversation disolves into a fight)
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| New York New York big city of dreams
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| But everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
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| You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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| But I’m down by law and I know my way around
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| Too much, too many people, too much… ha hah hah hah
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| Too much, too many people, too much |