Wet niggas up like the Johnny Pump is open, homie, I play hard
Home of biggie smalls
It's the rock bitch, killa, my nigga jigga, sigel, beans
Y'all niggas man, y'all can't fuck around man
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
And if it's off the set I brought hammers to the fight
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
At the knick game, big chain and all my splendor
'Cause New York'll miss me if i'm locked in the penitentary
It's La Costra Nostra, someone close to approach ya
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin' center
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Pure coke copper, get your order up
You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
But we from New York City, right cam? Ya damn right
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I'm from flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Diplomats man, holla, dash, get the fuck off our dicks
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
And we won't stop 'til I get back blood holla at 'em hov
You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf ya chauffer
In front of sparks, body cops dilano
Rucker game attender with the bent pole
Welcome to the empire state
Deff Le in the building
But damn once again if you pan left at the right
I'm a BK brawler, Marcy project's hallway loiterer
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
Fifth -floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
Jay puff shine, cases was caught, midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him for he watch you, killa
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya Ford
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
It's hot here, Axe Mace, he ran to Atlanta
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
You're on 22nd, you from 2 to 1
We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Stand the fuck up
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
On the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
Lay up in a pitch black tug
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was news one
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Coverage I synethestry got rise from defending me
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit Kat club?"
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Brooklyn, Harlem world
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Home of the world trade, birthplace of Michael Jordan
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
I'm from 101, west to hunt 40th, this shit is live
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Rockerfella headquaters
