DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it aint where you from that its where you at
But where Im from, yall can tell, dont matter where Im at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
Its evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
Stop in Sicily and tell em they pizza fake
And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers
And Im quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
from growin up too fast, Im a rude ass bitch when I need to be
But Im cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me?
I never sleep like my city when its time to get this money
Got game, spot game, so dont act funny (hah hah)
We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
The city, the buildings
The big rotten apple, old timers and children
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
We trendsetters
We gave birth to rap music, yall niggaz know better
We NEW YORK, NEW YORK
The latest fashion, listen
We get our jewels from the Diamond District
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK
The brave, the great
The Eastside nigga, the Empire State
Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
The bosses, we scare em straight, its not a game
how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
My razor make your face ke-loid
Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
We make heads turn when we step in
You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
Marquis diamonds all up in your face
We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens
In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me?
Its P (yeah) loud and clear, it aint fair
how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
Yall bitches bow down, to..
Yo, we dont negotiate, we move on impulse
You try to insult me and my associates
So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
Cmon, we the M-O-B-B nigga
We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was?
Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through
Silent murder, thats how we do
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out
Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about
Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
Notoriously, N.Y.C. and yall can see
Ima be that chick you remember for life
I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
Im in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
+Skys the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you cant stop it
Comin through respect due cause Im the peoples choice
Stop actin new yo, cause you know Im the voice of
Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn..
Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O.
Nigga!
Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, its William nigga.. Holla!
Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that!
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