(Intro)
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You can make it here, you can make it anywhere
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(Verse)
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Eight million stores in a New York minute
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I'll explain my mind with this new port singlet
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See, my state of mind matches my New York fitted
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Let my table why, you can hear New York in it
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The end is acknowledged with some New York king shit
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Trace the lineage, that's how New York spits it
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(Hook)
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We belong to the city
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(Verse)
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We apply brute force to your door and kick it
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Upstate arm, reside in an urban paradise
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Whether carry Christ on crosses, 24 karat ice
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The D is slurkin' and servin' the Barry White
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Or if you prefer the sour D word, the air is nice
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Increase limits Fahrenheit, up there in the heights
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Free ? t-shirt, hurlin' a pair of dice
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Whirlwind nights, the blurs can impair your sights
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See my name ? the longer that you stare at the lights
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Focus
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(Hook)
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We belong to the city
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(Verse)
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It's no love in the heart, end square if we prepare to fight
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I belong in the garden, Madison Square, with the mic
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The ghost of Armando, the spirit of Sean Pell(?)
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Was on 1 Dali and Creston, livin' a Bronx tale
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Hopped off the D-train into a new car smell
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Big city of dreams, what many would call hell
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Ain't as pretty as it seems, it will crack yo heart shell
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In with infrared beams where the shootin' stars dwell
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(Hook)
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We belong to the city
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(Verse)
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And my winning team moves like we the cartel
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From Albany and the BKing to money make in Manhattan
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The streets are sayn that money is makin' it happen
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From Jersey to Queens, Long Island and Staten
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I be quietly killin' em like a silent assassin
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Keep one eye open in a city full of insomniacs
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These nocturnal freaks and zombies with straps
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We all got heat(?) so this metropolis is packed
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The new era of New York rap, I got this on my back
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War!
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(Hook)
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We belong to the city
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We Belong To The City
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| Awar & Vanderslice |
