Welcome To New York City lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Welcome To New York City lyrics Songwriters: Giles, Camron; Smith, Justin Gregory; Carter, Shawn; Turn the motherfuckin music up Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Ladies an gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn Harlem World, stand the fuck up (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) I m a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer It s gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rucker game attender with the Bent parked On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender I ain t hard to find you, catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain an all my splendor Next to Spike an be panned left to right I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks With the hand that don t write I go off the head when I m ramblin on the mic An I go off the Feds when I m scramblin at night An it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right It s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin , we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y all fuckin with BK s banger an Harlem s own gangster Now that s danger, there s nothin left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Yo, there s a war goin on outside, no man is safe from It don t matter if you three feet or eight one You ll get eight from me, nine an straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It s hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin with so much ice In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watched by Gotti an Girvano It s La Costra Nostra , someone close approach ya They ll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur Old coke they raise up an snort, blaze up ya fort Jay puff shine, cases was caught Midnight pick fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa, Killa Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City It s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin , we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y all fuckin with BK s banger an Harlem s own gangster Now that s danger, there s nothin left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City I m from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You re on 22nd, hit you from 2 1 That s on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin me Cause New York ll miss me if I m locked in the penitentiary The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love An won t stop til I get back blood, Holla at em Hov I m from Flushin , Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an Park Niggas ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That s why the Johnny gun I m holdin Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open Homie, I play hard It s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin , we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y all fuckin with BK s banger an Harlem s own gangster Now that s danger, there s nothin left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y all niggas, man, y all can t fuck around, man It s the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks [Incomprehensible] (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) I own this shit right now, man, I ain t goin nowhere Welcome to New York City song lyrics