Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome To New York City , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome To New York City |
| 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 floor to splore |
| It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida |
| Rugged game attender |
| With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender |
| I ain’t hard to find you catch me frontin center |
| At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender |
| Match the spike and the pen left to write |
| I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight |
| But damn once again if you pan left at the ice |
| If you 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 if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight |
| But we from New York City, right Cam? |
| (Cam: Ya damn right) |
| (Chorus: 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 theres nothing left to shape up 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 me, nine and straight blown |
| Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one |
| Carry eight guns, two in the trunk |
| Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you |
| You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers |
| It’s hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta |
| You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle |
| Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice |
| In front of sparks, body cops Dilano |
| Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano |
| It’s la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They’ll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer |
| Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort |
| Jay puff shine, cases was caught |
| Midnight pick fights, they love a victim |
| Watch him fore he watch you, Killa |
| (Chorus: 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 theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City |
| (Cam'Ron) |
| I’m from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live |
| Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five |
| You’re on 22nd, you from two-one |
| Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one |
| (Jay-Z) |
| Coverage I synethestry |
| Got rise from 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 pack up |
| (Cam'Ron) |
| Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug |
| Lay up in a pitch black tug, |
| You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love |
| And we won’t stop til I get back blood |
| Holla at em Hov |
| (Jay-Z) |
| I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, 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 |
| (Chorus: 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 theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City |
| (Cam'Ron) Yall niggas man, yall can’t fuck around man |
| It’s the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans |
| Diplomats man, holla, Dash |
| Get the fuck off our dicks |
| I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere |
| Welcome to New York City! |