(feat. Nas)
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[Kevin Rudolf]
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In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes
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And fall apart in the seam
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Tonight
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That boy he used to bomb,
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From B.K. to the Bronx and it's the fortunate one, who dies
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[Nas]
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New York, we ready!
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[Kevin Rudolf]
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He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo)
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A few blocks for those who don't know (ohh)
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Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
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Bounced out, all are in control
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Certified son of a gun
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Learns life lesson 101
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Don't fly too high on your own supply
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Get burnt by the sun
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Coz in the city of dreams
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You get caught up in the schemes
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And fall apart in the seam
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Tonight
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That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
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And it's the fortunate one who dies
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He was NY's talk of the town
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Heard out to the LI sound (okay)
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He started datin models and he figured it out
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He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh!t out
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Qualified sex machine
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No better than a vowed fiend
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She wanted a ride to the upper east side but he dropped her ass off in queens
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Coz in the city of dreams
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You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam
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Tonight
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That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war
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(You ready, K?) (It's your man Nas here)
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And then he'd lift up his voice to the
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Sky (Take it straight through New York City)
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[Nas]
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Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
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Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
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I'm thought of highly, shoppin Louie, Gianni
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Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?
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City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
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Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
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The illest city on the planet
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Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin
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We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
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My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
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It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me
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Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
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This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin right now
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I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down
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Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
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Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton
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I'm fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings
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Now I'm writin for millions of listeners
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Critics who just don't get it
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They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us
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[Kevin Rudolf]
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Coz in the city of dreams
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You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam
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Tonight
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That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war
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And then he'd lift up his voice to the
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Sky
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NYC
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| Kevin Rudolf |
