's in between that I call mine With the street lamp light to illuminate the gray And the bells of New York City calling me to stay The bells of New York City
's in between that I call mine With the street lamp light to illuminate the grey And the bells of New York City calling me to stay The bells of New York City
whatever's in between that I call mine With the street lamp light to illuminate the grey And the bells of New York City calling me to stay The bells of New York City
and all these blunts Who did violate, you must get stomped Who the king of New York, and don't say Trump Nas the name, I used to holler at dames Let 'em ring the bell
pick the right one I'm trying to pick the right one Trying to find a shorty to hold me down [Verse 1] They say to get to New York girl Then you gotta
the bathroom floor And you told me, you weren't that drunk And that I was your favorite Salsa dancer You had ever come across in New York City Eugene
from titties, that'll spoil the city The hood corner backs, strong attack is a blitz But we don't lie down for shit, not even direct hits From graffiti in New York
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it
Bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York New York, New York Fuck
no Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place I ain't never coming back Oh, New York City Oh, New York City, yeah, yeah New York City, yeah Oh, New York City,
place for the old When you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome, you were pretty queen of New York City
place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City
was it man But I know y'all got more in store man [Enuff] Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from
Benz skippin', supastar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin' Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription Watch a rich nigga clickin' (From New York
sound of the city, listen to the steeple bells chime New York is a city of magic, New York is a hip state of mind New York (New York) - the city of
for the old When you first took my hand On a cold christmas eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of new york city
