(Intro)
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Yea, this is New York
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(Chorus)
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New York City
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I don’t know why I love you
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Maybe it’s because that you’re mine
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New York City
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I don’t know why I love you
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Could be you remind me of myself
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(Verse 1)
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I stay close like a baby to a bosom
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A pound to a pusha
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Corner to a hooker
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To the streets, know they lookin' at my feet
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Got that heat, and they do too
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I hope they don't rob me
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That's just the mindstate
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When you grew up in the elevated crime rate
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Moms praying, hopin' that my niggas flyin' straight
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Steer past jail and dodge a court date
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So I'm just chillin' on this train
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Pennin' lines of the pain
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For the people who will greet you
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With a dap before a gat
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See, we peaceful with the lethal
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Environment we live in
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Makes it easy for a nigga
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To fuck up and sin again
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I'm chillin' man
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But the streets lookin' for hire
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Join that life, your kicks will end up on a wire
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I chill with shorties flyer
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Who inquire why I'm the nigga
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That every chick in New York desire
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The city a poem
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Every borough a verse
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Every street is a line
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That's where my flow was birthed
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So I emerse, because I'm cursed to speak truth
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So every beat I choose gets four times two
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I spew haikus at high noon
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About who's reppin' they city like I do
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I got to
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For everyone I told that got you
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From Queens, where the kids stay lit like blocks do
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(Chorus)
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New York City
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I don’t know why I love you
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Maybe it’s because that you’re mine
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New York City
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I don’t know why I love you
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Could be you remind me of myself
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(Verse 2)
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I tell you what
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I could spit that good shit
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To make you roll that kush stick
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From Boogie Down Bronx to Bushwick
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You understood quick
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I never push whips
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I hop in the gypsy cab
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My chips be at the hood rich
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So tell me what I should tip
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I spend my last penny fast
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On a glass of Henny
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Trashed in a taxi cab
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I see my city smashed
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With a sense of admiration
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The cocktail of my aspiration
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Plus a lack of patience
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Got me badger chasin' my shadow
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Like Peter Pan, so I gotta be the man
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Need at least a grand to feed the fam
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Pay my fuckin' feature, damn
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Feelin' rowdy 'til I'm outtie, thoughts cloudy
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My loyalty be what oil be to Saudis, essential
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Question my potential and fuck it
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I gotta clinch you like a mic
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Rip you right, and trust me
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I will offend you with my metropolitan steeze
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Demolishin' thieves who try to steel my light
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While I'm acknowledgin' dreams
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Young bastard, raised faster
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By a city, then an absentee father
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Game has to whip me like a slave master
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See the marks on my back
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Freedom's darker than that
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Cut me some slack when I'm thoughtful on wax
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This is NY, hold my pen high
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You know that men lie, numbers don't
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Spit a 16 to represent my mindstate
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My blind fate has a divine place
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Eternally yours, I shine safe
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I fuckin' love it
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(Chorus)
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New York City
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I don’t know why I love you
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Maybe it’s because that you’re mine
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NNY
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| Bryant Dope |
