| New York, New York
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| Big city of dreams
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| New York, New York
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| In the hood they love us
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| New York, New York
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| Big City
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| New York, New York
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| New York is still the same
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| The name’s Troy Ave, I’m about my ones
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| If niggas want static, I select my guns
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| Got a ACP, that’s for burgularing
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| And a .38 Speez, that’s for murdering
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| ?, I’ll take your life
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| But I’m giving out the raw at a takers price
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| I shake the dice with my freedom and yikes
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| Nightmare on fed street, I get the chills at night
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| Chinchilla on the ground, furthermore I’m around
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| All the bullshit at parties, Biggie don’t make a sound
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| (Shhhhh!) That’s a moment of silence
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| Loud pack, loud gats, here go the violence
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| Just another day in the hood, what the fuck
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| I’m busy selling yay in the hood, getting bucks
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| Milwaukee on 'em, fuck that get New Yorkie on 'em
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| A little dog food, dope swag shawty on 'em
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| I ain’t have to ride a nigga coattails
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| I came up off a crack rock and coke sales
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| New York City, I’mma restore order
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| Cause most these rap niggas is suckas and whore
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| Bunch of suckas for love, I put on the glove
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| And picked up the Snub, and started shooting, fuck is the love
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| It ain’t none, cause most of these lame niggas is faggots
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| Bunch of my sons, I need to claim 'em on taxes
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| Since it been a war on drugs, it been a war on me
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| The pigs don’t want me bringing bacon home apparently
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| I’m Dorner of the corners
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| Sending all the formers to the coroner
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| Counting drug money is euphoria
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| Started out selling nickels
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| Just to get a fistful
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| Now it’s 600 every fiscal
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| Still distribute yay like Def Jam
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| And I still will shoot hoops through ya chest man
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| I’m the epitome of everything that the city is
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| My team is official while you run with them idiots
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| Couple years back, wasn’t taking it serious
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| Got my mind right, now the buzzing is furious
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| Attitude rude like a chick on her period
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| Red leather jacket, Eddie Murphy Delirious
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| Big names looking at me, niggas is curious
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| Don’t trust a soul, mama raised me delirious
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| Found a good wifey, little baby the prettiest
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| The place where I’m from made me one of the grittiest
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| The hand we were dealt, it was one of the shittiest
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| I’m ill with the words nigga one of the wittiest, fuck with me
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| Get found slumped in the tub like Whitney
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| Africa spears hit you, the Black Britney would clap with me
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| Stand in front of the court and bring Shaq with me
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| Scrap with me, brought them Corleone contracts with me
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| Cocaine champions, Kelly K companionship
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| Charismatic with my fabric, flowing like my hammer spit
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| Fully auto, raw blow, watches from
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| Everything’s the same, it’s not a game, just now we tour though
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| Double shine, overtime grind, we getting more dough
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| Still smack 'em in the face and choke 'em out to let a nigga know
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| I put my fucking hands around your neck just like a figaro
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| Hard body everything, bought the block a wedding ring
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| I’m in love with this lifestyle, entice wild
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| Fuck them, I’m living it right now, we might smile
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| But ain’t shit comical, moving economical
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| Loyal to the man that’s in the mirror cause I honor you
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| Thinking crazy, being on point, that’s what the drama do
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| If I don’t hit ya face then I’mma touch something abdominal
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| Nothing’s accidental, execute and plan wins
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| Cause everyday I’m tryna get a new buck like tan Timbs
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| Laurenovich |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big City of Dreams , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Extended Play, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп