Lyrics Original text:
[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 floor to splore
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rugged game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you 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 srambling at night
And if its 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 theres nothing left to shape up
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-
Lyrics Notandum:
[Jay - Z's] opened the motherfucking music
[Cam'Ron] Just fire the person. You owe me nigga
[Jay - Z's] yes ah, yes ah, yes ah, yes ah. Welcome to New York.
Home of world trade. The birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home's not small. Headquarters of the Republic of China to rise.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Dr Hough is in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the hell!
[Singer Jay - Z]
I am a B.K. brawler
Massimo loiterer Corridor Project
Pure coke copper, so that your order
I have the time to Baltimore, please splore
This is going to cost more, if I have to allow time to Florida
Solid game attender
As the bending pole on the sidewalk, tin plate fender
I am not hard to find you catch up with me frontin center
In the Knicks game, big chain and all my splender
Sui and left in line with the pen to write
I own Madison Square, I struggle to catch up
But damn once again if you stay in the PAN Bing
If you people who write checks in hand does not write
I went to the head when I walk in the microphone
I went to the FBI during the night when I srambling
If it is set up from my struggle to hammer
However, we from New York City, right Cam
([Cam:] Ya damn right)
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
This is the September 11 home, replaced the water tower
We continue to hit, we never lost power, tell the time
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
You fuckin with the bank's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now theres nothing of the danger created
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, theres no one outside the ongoing war, it is safe to
This is not important, if you three feet or eight a
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