New York Olympic games Murderin' burglarin' in, New York Olympic games Crack fiends servin' em in, New York Olympic games All dreams burnin' em in, New York
action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York.
and a hundred clips Nigga I'm in New York (New York) I ride Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips, Whenever I'm in New York (New York) I got a hundred
mind games together Pushing the barriers planting seeds Playing the mind guerrilla Chanting the Mantra peace on earth We all been playing those mind games
[Chorus x1.5] New York belongs to me! (Not him, or yooouuuu) New York belongs to me! (Not him, or yooouuuu) [Kool Keith] I'ma tell you New Yorkers
new friends unless they stay solo Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king of New York
Im Makin Change To New York Digits From 718 To 187 Da 212 To 211 Yaboys Back With A New One Son (Huh?) [Chorus:] Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn
women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 3] In New York
do better both) Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel
think about all the time I spent with Meech makin' it rain in Magic city When life was a Georgia peach Now life is a rotton apple Run faster than New York
volcanoes Eat like Sopranos gold bars and ? Word to Funkmaster Flex, theres a vacancy in New York So I volunteered to be the new king New car, new ring
a fellow park, nigger rappers like New York Ain't nowhere to park That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valee, head the game, watch it burn Give
cash is tall New York like Stoudemire You think your hot, well I'm on fire The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it If a new car drops, then I'm tryna
The Game:] Guess who in the building Send New York a fax[? ] Tell em I'm riding chronica with Jay Electronica Tell em it's (Game Time) Yeah let em know
fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute
like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either
(Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york