Cam'ron
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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 Ford 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 frontin center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splender
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 at the ice
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 go 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 eight from, the 9m, straight blum
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 get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, mink on the motor-cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice boo
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 ya chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, another victim
Watch him fore he watch you, get em'
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, hit you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
(Jay-Z)
Coverage at center street
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 pack up
(Cam'Ron)
Killa, I pitched that bud, and I gripped that snub
to hit that thug, Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin at rich black thugs that get that love
And 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)
(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
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