Welcome to New York City Songtext
von Cam’ron
Welcome to New York City Songtext
Turn the motherfucking music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
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 fuck up!
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I′m a B.K. brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it′s gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
With Cam, once again if you pan left the device
It be 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 scrambling at night
And it was, off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (ya damn right)
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Yo
Theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don′t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight from the nine-m, straight "blum"!
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two on the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blam with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, Mink on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging is so much ice boo
In front of sparks, body Castellano
Block away watched by Gotti and Gravano
It′s "La Costa Nostra", someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught
Midnight pit fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
I'm from 101, west a Hun′ fortieth, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, yet you from two-one
That′s on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
Courage I synastry
Got Brafman defending me
'Cause New York′ll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up
Killa, I pinch that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin' at rich black thugs that get that love
And it won′t stop ′til I get back Blood
Holla at 'em Hov
I′m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That′s why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all niggas man, ya′ll can't fuck around man
It′s the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats man, Hoffa, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick, no homo
Pause, this is all I wanted to say for two minutes man
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
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 fuck up!
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I′m a B.K. brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it′s gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
With Cam, once again if you pan left the device
It be 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 scrambling at night
And it was, off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (ya damn right)
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Yo
Theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don′t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight from the nine-m, straight "blum"!
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two on the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blam with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, Mink on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging is so much ice boo
In front of sparks, body Castellano
Block away watched by Gotti and Gravano
It′s "La Costa Nostra", someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught
Midnight pit fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
I'm from 101, west a Hun′ fortieth, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, yet you from two-one
That′s on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
Courage I synastry
Got Brafman defending me
'Cause New York′ll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up
Killa, I pinch that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin' at rich black thugs that get that love
And it won′t stop ′til I get back Blood
Holla at 'em Hov
I′m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That′s why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard
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, there′s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all niggas man, ya′ll can't fuck around man
It′s the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats man, Hoffa, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick, no homo
Pause, this is all I wanted to say for two minutes man
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Cameron Giles, Justin Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
