"Welcome To New York City" as written by Shawn Carter, Justin Smith and Cameron Giles....
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[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 head quaters.
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!

[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 Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rucka 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
Next to 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 cheques 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
Why'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, make want to mold the cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
That's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from 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
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, I pinch that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug,
You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won't stop til I get back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, 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

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Y'all niggas man, why'all can't fuck around man
It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dicks
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere


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"Welcome to New York City" as written by Shawn Carter Cameron Giles

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    General Commentno comments?? I think this is Cam'ron's best song ever. It is amazing, & it gives me chills... Damn I miss Queens...
    sodeepx3on July 21, 2005   Link
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    General CommentFirst, a few lyric corrections:

    [Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
    [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
    [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 fuck 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 of the 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 the temp plates on the fender
    I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center
    At the Knick game, big chain, in all my splendor
    Next to Spike if you pan left to right
    I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
    But damn, once again if you pan left of the lights
    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 throw 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?
    ([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 there's nothing left to say but
    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 feet or eight-one
    You'll get ate from the 9M, straight blown
    Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
    Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
    Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
    You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
    It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
    You think we know what life do, mink on a motorcycle
    Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice (blue)
    In front of Sparks, bodied Castellano
    Block away, watched by Gotti and Gravano
    It's La Costra Nostra, someone close approach ya
    They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur
    Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort
    Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught
    Midnight pit fights, they love a victim
    Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa

    [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 say but
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    [Cam'Ron]
    I'm from 101 West 140th, this shit is live
    Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
    You're on 22nd, hit you from two-one
    Thats on Lenox, 7th ave was News One

    [Jay-Z]
    Coverage at Centre Street
    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 the bitch back up
    [Cam'Ron]
    Killa, I pitched that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug
    Lay up in a pitch black tug,
    You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
    And we won't stop til I get back blood
    Holla at em Hov

    [Jay-Z]
    I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
    Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
    Thats why the Johnny-Gun I'm holding
    Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
    Homie, I play hard

    [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 say but
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    [Cam'Ron]
    Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man
    It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
    Diplomats man, holla, Dash
    Get the fuck off our dicks
    I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere

    Welcome to New York City!
    madiqon April 03, 2009   Link

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