New York City
No I'm not jay-z 50 or P.Diddy
Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm A dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
Even with the beef shit still look what I done
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
No love to them niggas actin bitch made
It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
When young bucks got gun premieres
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
The only thing we all have in common is death
The last one left like my nigga Bun-B
My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)
My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
Can't hold him in the [? ] if you wanna see him ball
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
King of my own castle I'm a master
Stop an I'll fly right past ya
You know what I'm after
Until I get captured
When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard
Use to be a dream
Now it's me on the big screen
But my homie never saw sixteen
So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm A dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Never met Big L or Big Pun
We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
Even with the beef shit still look what I done
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
No love to them niggas actin bitch made
It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
When young bucks got gun premieres
So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
You think Buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
The only thing we all have in common is death
The last one left like my nigga Bun-B
My son in the streets of the N.Y.C.
Even if I get caught and the fed's Come get me, yeeaah!
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
Here we go again!
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)
My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
Can't hold him in the [? ] if you wanna see him ball
Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
King of my own castle I'm a master
Stop an I'll fly right past ya
You know what I'm after
Until I get captured
When I'm in the casket like Ol' Dirty Bastard
Use to be a dream
Now it's me on the big screen
But my homie never saw sixteen
So if I see Pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...
(I'm so in love with new york city)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
(I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
(I'm so in love with new york city)
Credits
Writer(s): Brown David Darnell
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