[Intro: Greg Nice & Z-Trip]
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Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime and some pennies (pennies, pennies)
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Tryin' to make a dollar
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(Rock, rock, rock, rock)
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Make a dollar, make a dollar, make a dollar,
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Rock for a fee, rock for a fee)
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Tryin' to, Tryin', Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime
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(Rock, rock, rock, rock)
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(Don't ever ever think of jerkin' me)
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Uh, ey, it's Greg eh eh N-I-C-E, I'm in the place to be uh
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With my brother Kweli, uh
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Check it out, uh
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Brooklyn in the house, uh
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Money making Manhattan in the house
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Staten Island in the house, uh
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The Q borough Queens in the house, uh
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Boogey down
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[Hook:]
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I'm a New York kid (eh)
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With New York means
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And New York dreams (all day all night)
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That live in me
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My destination is destiny
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Soon you will see (I be)
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Me shining (I be)
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Shining (you know I be)
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Shining (all day)
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Shining (you know I be)
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Shining (yeah we be)
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Shining (yeah we be)
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Shining
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Shining (uh)
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[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
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Yo I'm a native New Yorker, straight shit talker
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Holding down the fort like Hezekiah Walker
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Can't get rid of her, thinks she a stalker
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But the trees down, here comes the cheeba hawker
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Y'all know the deal, with style so I'll
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Rip shit down, I don't care who on the... [scratch]
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Y'all know the deal, with styles so I'll
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Rip shit down, I (down, down)
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Y'all know the deal, with styles so I'll
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Rip shit down, I don't care who on the bill
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20 years later getting Mass appeal
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[Z-Trip] Slicing on the wheels of steel
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Bang this beat like a flagrant foul,
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Don't make me mad, I get I'll like ow
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I go 7: 30 on ya, get buck wild
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Stay amped up with my OG style
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Pass me the Vodka, yo pass me the juice
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I used to watch Kung Fu flicks on the deuce
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Me, cousin Meatball and my cousin Bruce
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Get up, get down, oh get funky, get loose
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
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If my city is my lady, my music is my baby
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Lately this chick is crazy, I'm ready to catch a Katie (killer)
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Living on top of graves and the bones of African slaves
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Only time it's like I'm not in a cage is on stage
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I'm from the birthplace of Pac and Big
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Stop and frisk while we call the cops pigs
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The way the gods lives it's like they teaching there's never no substitute
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When I'm heading to Brighton beach, get in touch with the Russian Jews
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Egyptians and the Haitians, I kick it with black Arawaks
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Hittin' the Bob Dylan, I'm swiggin' the Jack Kerouac
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The fact is, they don't make them like they used to
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Plus I miss the old 40 deuce too
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We used to do them hood rat things, like smoking with the cigarettes
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The thrill is gone now; Mickey Mouse is the biggest threat
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Hell's kitchen, more like Hell's Kitchenette
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Road tripping, where I'm going I ain't figured yet
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Styles P]
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I'm the New York king, yeah I shine like the North Star (New York)
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Getting mad high in the 5 star [sound of marijuana being smoked]
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Or a 4 star, hotel for the meditation (word)
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In the hood with this gentrification (legend)
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What's the detonation, or the destination? (huh?)
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Let me know what the agenda is (let me know)
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And where the 2/5th vendors is (where'd they go?)
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Write rhymes in my head, no penmanship (yea)
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Yeah I smoke for the senses (haha)
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Think of my niggas doing they sentences (salute)
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See the cops I got the New York 6th sense [sound of spray paint]
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Did a couple years but, I ain't do shit since (uh uh)
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Jail is slavery part 2 (part two)
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Yeah I'm brave and I got a lot of heart too (I got heart)
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And I'm real fucking smart too (a wise guy)
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New York shine king, you should play your part too
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[Hook]
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NY Shining
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Talib Kweli |