New York Olympic games Murderin' burglarin' in, New York Olympic games Crack fiends servin' em in, New York Olympic games All dreams burnin' em in, New York
action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York.
and a hundred clips Nigga I'm in New York (New York) I ride Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips, Whenever I'm in New York (New York) I got a hundred
mind games together Pushing the barriers planting seeds Playing the mind guerrilla Chanting the Mantra peace on earth We all been playing those mind games
[Chorus x1.5] New York belongs to me! (Not him, or yooouuuu) New York belongs to me! (Not him, or yooouuuu) [Kool Keith] I'ma tell you New Yorkers
rhythm change your world on the floor You know we're running shit tonight on the floor Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza, Straight to LA, New York, Vegas
comment I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy Now I'm back like a nine milli, grimy New York
room, I make her feel like it's Egypt And she leave out that room feelin' like a paraplegic My fuck game is my capital feature I stuff her ass up like a pair of new
nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York New York, New York
the track And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New York
the door, I said it before I never the ladiez hypnotize me no more But, back to the manuscript 'Cause I don't think you can handle this From New York
Got a brand new soul, man 'Cause lightnin' struck my plane's wings and energized my things Now I'm out lookin' for that brass ring Uhh, New York feel
shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium We bring New York back like that Westside stadium Fuck the game
, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phone booth New York
the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New York
dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York
S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so
