| Bright lights, big city, concrete, 5 boroughs.
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| Everything is real like you see it in the photo,
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| we be the grand total, world capital future,
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| home of the paper schemes, ill natured,
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| building skyscrapers rollers and shakers, hungry money makers,
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| make you catch the vapors, everything is modern, expensive and flashy,
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| watch out for the devil, cause he roams the streets.
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| I got a concrete lawn and a concrete yard.
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| Roots hard as concrete you can’t compete
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| with this born winner who never been a loser,
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| brother from the boogie
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| who be biggin up and biggin up the Buddha mindstate,
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| enter my city and you will find hate,
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| ignorance and greed and people walking
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| walking by brothers on the street bleeding.
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| Still you might find everything you needed.
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| Chorus
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| Can’t be too timid in a NYC minute NYC minute
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| everybody wants to live it, blood spilling,
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| people killing in a NYC minute,
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| no smiles, just grinning, that’s how we living.
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| Bright lights, big city, concrete, 5 boroughs.
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| Everything is real like you see it in the photo,
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| we be the grand total, world capital future,
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| home of the paper schemes, ill natured,
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| building skyscrapers rollers and shakers, hungry money makers,
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| make you catch the vapors, everything is modern, expensive and flashy,
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| watch out for the devil, cause he roams the streets.
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| Now my momma and my poppa taught me mad realities,
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| plus the Southern Boulevard hospitalities,
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| but back alleys is where I dilly dallied, casually,
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| with things that cause fatalities.
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| Amazingly I always seemed to keep my faculties.
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| Others never had such luck got drugged got drunk
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| got tough got rough and got snuffed out.
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| Too fucked up or too slow to pull the gun out.
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| Time it seems to run out quick
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| for a lot of kids seem to turn
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| to crime real quick and do a lot of bids.
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| And every crew is out to make a hit,
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| New York is the craziest.
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| Chorus
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| Can’t be too timid in a NYC minute NYC minute
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| everybody wants to live it, blood spilling,
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| people killing in a NYC minute,
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| no smiles, just grinning, that’s how we living. |