Waded out, down into the waters edge, breathing in the season's sand on our toes and hands from the shores of Liberty Island. Now we're sick, we're tired
Traducción: Isso era algo. Cidade de Nova York.
started Far from a motherfuckin' starving artist Got something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that
the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Never thought that I would turn my life round It?s like a crap game, couldn?t put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised
New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too
needed San Francisco She was always there for me But I've never been so high as when I'm up all night in New York City All I ever wanted was to get
got a temper, is it true he like to smack dudes? This what they be askin' They whisper while I'm passin' Forget that I'm the only New York nigga with
was walkin 42nd street. And this amazing thing happened to me. It was July it was about 89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New York You know and I was
la, la, la) Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City I'm gonna be somebody I'm getting, gonna get on that train Go to New York City I'm gonna be so big
few grams man then you a bird nigga, Toucan Sam And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that
club with out my nine You know I got my nine Think twice 'fore you cross that line You needed must've lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine N.Y, New York that
her corazon I should of know she was a cachatera Always watching novelas with her abuela Gossiping that bonchinchera Thought that she was better Cause she was pure boricuan I was New
can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all that
make something out of nothing, yeah I'm humble but I tell y'all to *** a Chico's buttons And watch how them thing get to dumping Real-estate New York game now you saying something
Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street he knew that I was in trouble I was feeling much like the devil There was something burnin' deep inside of me