New York New York

[Verse 1: Spider Loc] You can't see me, it's the incredible Rider from ECG, young reputable A good excuse is hard to come up with A nigga just came up hard, I'm corrupted I'm a hog I like shootin' at pigs Never mind your vest I like shootin' at wigs It's gonna take a miracle I'm evil for spiritual and ever so lyrical I induce mind states I drink cognac by the crate tryin' to get my mind straight Curtis Jackson cut the check And without Spider Loc tell me what's the west? (a mess) It ain't what it's 'posed to be What MC on the coast is coming close to me? I'm everything that they 'posed to be Lil T mean the most to me [Hook: Spider Loc] x2 New York, New York big city of dreams Who gives a fuck where a nigga from? Gimme the green I ain't no fool, L.A. my town But this is hip hop and Fitty the king [Verse 2: Popa Smurf] Red L.A. hat, ride through the Bronx Got 5 blunts burnin' gettin' higher than fuck Spider hooked me up with this east coast connect Now I'm going back to Cali with a piece on my neck Dirty south central, feet off the jet G-Unit west, I eat off of that Look at the world different behing them Gucci shades I swear to God, I won't rest 'til my crew get paid I put instrumentals in hospitals So fuck you MCs, I spit for my niggas On the chirp with some hoes from Jersey Smurf, I got hoes like a jersey (What?) Me and my boys Been wearin' white t's before Dem Franchise Boys I got the 38 chillin' Higher than the Empire State Buildin' [Hoook]