[Chorus: singer - repeat 4X]
Are you sure you wanna go, to New York City (New York City)
[Kool Keith]
New York City`s finest, the added attraction next to your man
Popular name, I`m Mark Minus
Negative, is that the best vocals you give
I pass the structure, you think it`s okay, Motown needs to see me
Deliver your cassette, amateurs embarass me
Give me somethin to play, I sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash
Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant
I expect cash, don`t play anything cartoon in front of Mike Biv
Ask Hyram Hicks, I put my face in the console
My engineer`s sharp, I thought you spit on hits
Oh you Spike now, wearin Allen
You sportin Houston`s kicks, Central Park West
You rhyme and practice
While I hang out with the Dominican Republic
I keep the Sony Cam, between crushes
I take all Spanish chicks, international rapper
On tight bars with the Spanish mix
Hittin Spanish licks
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Statues, buildings, street killings, living could be heaven
Pimps {?} thugs, nothing given driven
The Penthouse look is dope cookers jukers
The high price, hookers gamblers pushers
Subways no way, cab some days
Town call always I all days
Honest but dishonest, regardless
I`m heartless, cause money is endless
No heart to get clipped you trip you`ll get clipped
The weak will slip, hit is what they get
Heat spark avoid the jack don`t talk gun spark
All money sharks in New York
Money`s fast, the city ain`t slow
The papes low, in all those boroughs, yo
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Yo, yo
I love the dirty blocks, my thugs at the corner movin that stuff
Controllin the spot, I like the city yo we move quickly
Where the streets talk a lot, yo (uh-huh, yo)
And if you snitch them kids`ll get you at the chicken spot
And rock big leathers, and match the Timbs up
Lace the kicks up, the new fitted (new fitted)
A long chains make the chickens get real hot
Stop playin, it`s the Big Apple
We take a bite out, conference calls blow ten thousand (yeah)
Bungalo six baby, on just a night out (woo!)
The Westside highway, I test my heat out
Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out
The streets peak out, they like the Claybornes
Come through, yo we make the streets stop
I know your head bop, New York City (New York)
Where cats wild out and jacks just go out
[Chorus] - 2X (to fade)
