This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
New York City
Welcome to Medina, the Mecca, the melting pot
Where you could be playin' ball or sellin' rocks
Tell the cops, they don't care
If you starvin', they won't share
All they'll say is, "Get your own, mothafucka'"
See the love isn't unconditional
A demonstration of unification is uncivilized
If you're ahead of the game, it's you they epitomize
But all these bright lights, how could you not visualize?
The Apple is rotten, but I love it
(We're in New York)
42nd and Broadway, you'll see a play
142nd and Broadway, see the yay
I've written rules you follow, it's no need to say
They take your chips, I ain't talkin' no Frito Lay
(We're in New York)
No Allstate or Geico
But she got that money for lipo'
In the trunk, most of us got the rifle
Get your purse snatched from a psycho in
(We're in New York)
When I watched the towers fall
But nobody takin' ours, y'all
20 gunshots, call that a shower, y'all
Money, respect, don't forget the power, y'all
(We're in New York)
Certain beef you can't call off
So get holes in your body, like a golf course
Yeah, shotty to the brain
See you thought it was a game, but
We're in New York City
We're in New York City
We're in New York City
When I watched the towers fall
We're in New York City
Nobody takin' ours, y'all
(We're in New York)
When I watched the towers fall
But nobody takin' ours, y'all
20 gunshots, call that a shower, y'all
Money, respect, don't forget the power, y'all
(We're in New York)
Certain beef you can't call off
So get holes in your body, like a golf course
Yeah, shotty to the brain
See you thought it was a game, but
Welcome to Medina, the Mecca, the melting pot
Where you could be playin' ball or sellin' rocks
Tell the cops, they don't care
If you starvin', they won't share
All they'll say is, "Get your own, mothafucka'"
See the love isn't unconditional
A demonstration of unification is uncivilized
If you're ahead of the game, it's you they epitomize
But all these bright lights, how could you not visualize?
The Apple is rotten, but I love it
(We're in New York)
42nd and Broadway, you'll see a play
142nd and Broadway, see the yay
I've written rules you follow, it's no need to say
They take your chips, I ain't talkin' no Frito Lay
(We're in New York)
No Allstate or Geico
But she got that money for lipo'
In the trunk, most of us got the rifle
Get your purse snatched from a psycho in
(We're in New York)
When I watched the towers fall
But nobody takin' ours, y'all
20 gunshots, call that a shower, y'all
Money, respect, don't forget the power, y'all
(We're in New York)
Certain beef you can't call off
So get holes in your body, like a golf course
Yeah, shotty to the brain
See you thought it was a game, but
We're in New York City
We're in New York City
We're in New York City
When I watched the towers fall
We're in New York City
Nobody takin' ours, y'all
(We're in New York)
When I watched the towers fall
But nobody takin' ours, y'all
20 gunshots, call that a shower, y'all
Money, respect, don't forget the power, y'all
(We're in New York)
Certain beef you can't call off
So get holes in your body, like a golf course
Yeah, shotty to the brain
See you thought it was a game, but
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[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!