merchants We emcees we go straight to the club and hurt shit [Hook] New York, New Jers', Boston, COME ON! California, D.C., Baltimore, COME ON! Texas, Atlanta, New
dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D I shot ya faggot ass [Verse Three: Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think
B-X, baby, New York, New York [ Buju Banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This was Fat Joe and Buju
Пераклад: Fat Joe. Кароль Нью-Ёрка.
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo?. Cali
New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe:] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart
but we dont need that she in the middle of the car like where the weed at (listen) the weather is hot my sleeves are frio New York New York the Bronx
pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this
blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
Blood in, blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything
blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything
in, blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything