| Song | New York Salute |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | First Family 4 Life |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Murry | |
| Chorus：lil' fame | |
| Primetime (new york, new york) | |
| That's the place where the soldiers die (new york, new york) | |
| That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (new york, new york) | |
| That's the niggas that multiply (new york, new york) | |
| [lil' fame] (billy danze) | |
| Yo, where you from, nigga? (new york) | |
| When you come through here (fool, take your jewels off) | |
| Cause these niggas is known for (bumpin fools off) | |
| And they takin over (if your crew's off) | |
| You got thugs with machines, assault teams | |
| Regulating things from brownsville to fort green | |
| Up in the bronx where the people are fresh | |
| People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest | |
| Boriquas for heaters (down to bust) | |
| And them new jers' niggas is down with us | |
| I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon | |
| Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum | |
| We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms | |
| And sick terrorists with bombs | |
| And, when you slide through on the vi, son | |
| Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time | |
| Chorus: billy danze | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Get your mac, get your gat, head for 95 | |
| Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, "let's ride" | |
| Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car | |
| Knowing you'll hear some new o.c. or gang starr | |
| It ain't to far once you into va | |
| Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way | |
| Keep your ??, so the man won't trap you | |
| Now leadin the convoy to the big apple! | |
| Tell your homies, "fuck that thing" dip in the left lane | |
| Make your honda accord perform like a plane | |
| You in deleware, you almost hear | |
| The new jersey turnpike, is right there (right there) | |
| Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin | |
| Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in | |
| When you reach the lincoln tunnel, black, hit me on my box | |
| We on the other side of that bitch with cognac and glocks | |
| Chorus: lil' fame and billy danze | |
| Home, sweet home, nigga. home team, nigga. home team. your home | |
| Nigga, your home, nigga. come on back. come on back. mash out posse. | |
| Firing squad. ?9, baby, ?9. hiphop. lock it down. one time for | |
| Your mind. salute, salute. first family. |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Murry | |
| Chorus: lil' fame | |
| Primetime new york, new york | |
| That' s the place where the soldiers die new york, new york | |
| That' s the ghetto nigga' s feelings new york, new york | |
| That' s the niggas that multiply new york, new york | |
| lil' fame billy danze | |
| Yo, where you from, nigga? new york | |
| When you come through here fool, take your jewels off | |
| Cause these niggas is known for bumpin fools off | |
| And they takin over if your crew' s off | |
| You got thugs with machines, assault teams | |
| Regulating things from brownsville to fort green | |
| Up in the bronx where the people are fresh | |
| People are blessed, with slugs that' ll eat through your vest | |
| Boriquas for heaters down to bust | |
| And them new jers' niggas is down with us | |
| I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon | |
| Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum | |
| We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms | |
| And sick terrorists with bombs | |
| And, when you slide through on the vi, son | |
| Pack your bags and don' t forget your nine and have a good time | |
| Chorus: billy danze | |
| billy danze | |
| Get your mac, get your gat, head for 95 | |
| Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, " let' s ride" | |
| Throw in some duop shit, lean in your car | |
| Knowing you' ll hear some new o. c. or gang starr | |
| It ain' t to far once you into va | |
| Fuck with your highbeams and see who' s going your way | |
| Keep your ??, so the man won' t trap you | |
| Now leadin the convoy to the big apple! | |
| Tell your homies, " fuck that thing" dip in the left lane | |
| Make your honda accord perform like a plane | |
| You in deleware, you almost hear | |
| The new jersey turnpike, is right there right there | |
| Haulass, make your backwheels spin | |
| Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in | |
| When you reach the lincoln tunnel, black, hit me on my box | |
| We on the other side of that bitch with cognac and glocks | |
| Chorus: lil' fame and billy danze | |
| Home, sweet home, nigga. home team, nigga. home team. your home | |
| Nigga, your home, nigga. come on back. come on back. mash out posse. | |
| Firing squad. ? 9, baby, ? 9. hiphop. lock it down. one time for | |
| Your mind. salute, salute. first family. |