Love New York

[Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: I'm talkin' 'bout the city She got rotten milk in her titty But her nipples look good and if I really could I would bag me the State of Liberty [Verse One] [C-Rayz Walz]: Fright night like Dwight Gooden I'm dope Shop a Strawberry, raw ready, pinstripe folks With Bernhard Goetz kids, you lovin' that left hit We're not underground, we the crack in the crevice Subway performers, donations accepted Probation detected Slow patient infected 80's crazy, Larry Davis baby Live from the meadow lands, harpoons Haiti Slugs blastin' Mad drug trafficin' Spanish mami's with the booties of Africans True pinstriper, trap hanger for lifer Clap bangers we hyper Rap halos and ciphers The iron horse galaxy, we stay ridin' No gold, the streets is paved in trident Bubble goose your orbit, can't go pop here Rest in peace Coney Island, life is not fair A small world of hip hop the scene is huge We got power from the streetlight, then blew the fuse Where the worm is You never forget once you've been New York in the house, how much is the rent? [Verse Two] [Karniege]: Karniege is chillin' Mos def I'm New York like Frank Sinatra Soul in the hole, control hip hopera It started here, then became popular All over the world, New York is poppin' up Home of the rotten apple, cops will cap you Not like a fitted; pistol or body bag you Fast slang talkers? That's New York shit Robbed in the mornin'? That's a New York vic Song bang awesome? That's a New York hit Mommy body gorgeous? That's New York chicks Ride the iron horse, visit our boroughs We still dispute about who the most thorough Tourists take pics, amaze how we livin' 9/11 scenery, we won't forget it Skyline, parkways, tunnels, bridges Keeps us grindin', New York get busy [Verse Three] [Vast Aire]: I'm lookin' at cats like, "Who do you think you are?" I'm a New York star Mighty Jo, watch the flow You be a nation of gods, it's possible B.K.N.Y., to uptown niggas To the downtown thugs with the ill figures Shawty in the park with the ill figure (Yo Vast that's my niece) Go figure I'm about to smash Then I gotta hustle and stand on the corner and count my cash It's a New York thing A New York swing I was born in Mt. Vernon, a New York king I started, rhymin' in Queens I spit a light beam to wreck the scene We them New York kids that don't grin Cause every year we want the Knicks to win [Verse Four] [Access Immortal]: I love the Yanks, I ain't never been a New York Mets fan Livin' in Gotham City but the world ain't Batman Seem like everybody reppin' here got rap plans ? master fitted or headband ? when I was hustlin' my life story I grew up on the block, seekin' the mic glory Sittin' in class, folks barely did a thing for me Couldn't stop the fact I'm always leakin' from my brain stormin' New York days are more than New York nights Tourists always fascinated off of Time Square lights I know hustlers in Brooklyn that'll cook up white Drink the bottles, gettin' blunted in the project flights On the real, most ghettos that I know is a coffin And murders, many happen in my city too often This ain't a place an enemy would want to get lost man The Hudson is a river that you'll likely get tossed in [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: We're talkin' 'bout the city She got rotten milk in her titty But her nipples look good and if I really could I would bag me the State of Liberty We're talkin' 'bout the city She got rotten milk in her titty But her nipples look good and if I really could I would bag me the State of Liberty [Verse Five] [Poison Pen]: New York denizen New York tenement New York citizen New York militant New York sentences New York fitted man New York nemesis New York sentences Albee Square Mall is gone Moment of silence Kenmore Theater of violence Get popped on while you get your popcorn On the ave, my favorite number spot gone ? Hospital, metropolitan and church The new New York don't work I'mma form my team, you call us a gang Run us through the system again and again Caught the BX, criminal court bitch Trade Gameboys at Coliseum See if these fronts fit Game room ? Pass my pool stick Call my chick Apollo, she walk with a two fifth [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz]: Don't talk 'bout the city She got rotten milk in her titty But her nipples look good and if I really could I would bag me the State of Liberty Don't talk 'bout the city She got rotten milk in her titty But her nipples look good and if I really could I would bag me the State of Liberty