
Date of issue: 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! |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley ft. Juelz Santana | 2020 |
Oh Boy ft. Juelz Santana | 2001 |
Why I Love You ft. Kanye West, Mr Hudson | 2010 |
I Am Your Leader ft. Cam'Ron, Rick Ross | 2011 |
There It Go (The Whistle Song) | 2004 |
Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z + Alicia Keys] ft. Alicia Keys | 2009 |
Conteo ft. Juelz Santana | 2006 |
Hey Ma ft. Cam'Ron, Freekey Zeekey, Toya | 2019 |
Umbrella ft. Jay-Z | 2006 |
Gone ft. Consequence, Cam'Ron | 2005 |
Numb / Encore ft. Linkin Park | 2004 |
Oh Boy ft. Juelz Santana | 2001 |
Ni**as In Paris ft. Kanye West | 2010 |
Run This Town [Jay-Z, Rihanna, & Kanye West] ft. Rihanna, Kanye West | 2009 |
We Go Hard ft. Cam'Ron | 2003 |
Time Ticking ft. Dave East, Bobby Shmurda, rowdy rebel | 2016 |
No Church In The Wild ft. Kanye West, Frank Ocean, The-Dream | 2010 |
Hey Ma ft. Toya, Juelz Santana, Cam'Ron | 2019 |
The Bluff ft. Cam'Ron | 2012 |
Down And Out ft. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson | 2003 |
Artist lyrics: Cam'Ron
Artist lyrics: Jay-Z
Artist lyrics: Juelz Santana