Jay-ZWelcome To New York City (feat. Camron)

[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me n***a [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the f**k up! (Jay-Z) I'm a B. K. Brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? (Cam: Ya damn right) (Chorus: Juelz Santana) It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with bk's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City (Cam'Ron) Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three f
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