| You see the lights from space, like a beacon to the planets
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| As it happens, what had happened, it the charts in south Manhattan
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| The batteries up like all my homeboys seen, we all ride in a yellow limousine
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| All the greats got stake in the city by the superpower
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| The streets got meat, but nevermind the early hour
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| SUV’s swarm like Beatles in trees, no matter what your needs if you got the D’s
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| From treaties to crunk, to bodies in the trunk
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| Yo, it’s never a dull moment unless you’re gettin' drunk
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| But it might be you out on the business end
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| So pack a jack and watch your back, ain’t nobody your friend
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| Back in the jungle it’s survival of the fittest
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| So witness the pittness as I stomp all up in this
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| You know where to find me, I’m at Bungalow 8
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| But bring a strap and half your camp and the key to hell’s gate
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| I love livin' in the city
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| Give it up for New York City!
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| I got the pug ugly suit with some goya o boya
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| Pix, pix, pix, or is that too O.G. |
| for ya
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| Action packed like Gene Hackman under the L
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| The buildings are so beautiful but nevermind the smell
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| Nevermind the ghetto fab, their ice is from canal
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| Nevermind the euro-trash, their presence is banal
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| Nevermind the technocrat when all he says is «well»
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| But always mind the «don't walk"sign, the traffic here is hell
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| Although my heart is heavy, it’s a bevy of broads
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| It’s where you should be goin' it’s where they’re dealin' the cards
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| The Bronx is up and, yo, everyone’s down
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| The center of the universe for some time now
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| And how, motherfucker, this is New York City
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| The rest of you are knuckleheads tryin' to look pretty
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| Vacancies range from your soul on up
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| So count your chips and do the math or get the fuck out
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| I love livin' in the city
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| Give it up for New York City!
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| I love livin' in the city
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| Give it up for New York City! |