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(feat. Dion, Jadakiss, Papoose, Talib Kweli, Raekwon) |
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[Intro: Hi-Tek {Sample}] |
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{Where do I Start?} Let's see what they wanna hear? |
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[Chorus: Dion (Jadakiss) {Sample} "Sample"] |
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Let me see where I started at (Uh) |
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Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt) |
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We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah) |
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For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!!!) |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Woo!) |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
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"We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!" |
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{With a first hello!} |
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[Verse 1: Jadakiss] |
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Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too |
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Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke |
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Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder |
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Ari, haze, diesel, sour |
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Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's |
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Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy |
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Talkin in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life |
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Everything is good in my bank except cop dice |
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Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them |
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So they bootleg them now everyday sport them |
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Dorms, cells, packages, mail |
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Warrants, bails, everything's real now |
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[Chorus: Dion (Papoose) {Sample} ] |
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Let me see where I started at |
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Hood cats are part of where it started at |
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We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear |
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For the score go to war like a jarhead |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Hi-Tek Hi-Tek, Papoose Pa-poose) |
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{With a first hello!} |
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[Verse 2: Papoose] |
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All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls |
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So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws |
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Always talkin bout you ballin, look you wanna ball |
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Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall |
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You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low |
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I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer |
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Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty |
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Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary |
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Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes |
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Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone |
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Punks pay dues not me I pay attention |
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Call it New York cause we keep reinventin |
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[Chorus: Dion {Sample} ] |
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Let me see where I started at |
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Hood cats are part of where it started at {New York} |
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We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear |
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For the score go to war like a jarhead {New York} |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! {New York, New York} |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
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{With a first hello!} |
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[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] |
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Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like vocabulary |
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Roaches and rats in every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already |
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Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried |
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I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway |
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I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte |
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Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway |
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Discussin strategies in the court case |
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I rock the Northface cold like winter |
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I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word |
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Fuck the talking it's a New York thing |
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We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what |
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[Chorus: Dion (Raekwon) {Sample} ] |
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Let me see where I started at |
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Hood cats are part of where it started at |
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We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear |
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For the score go to war like a jarhead |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
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(My nigga my nigga whattup, Tek you did it again nigga!) |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
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(Word up I love that) {With a first hello!{ |
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[Verse 4: Raekwon] |
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Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast |
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Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast |
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Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace |
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Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC |
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Proud and have the hood stylin good talent most of us tellin |
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Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin |
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Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it |
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Schemin on somethin green, we eagles on the chef found it |
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While I take a trip back my first little pack |
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Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin crack |
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Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off |
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We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets |
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Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white |
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I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe |
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Livin by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily |
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Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board |
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[Chorus: Dion {Sample} ] |
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Let me see where I started at |
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Hood cats are part of where it started at |
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We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear |
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For the score go to war like a jarhead |
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New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! |
