• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• NYC - Disney
• NYC - Steve Earle
• NYC - Snow Patrol
• NYC - Interpol
• NYC - Styles P
• NYC - Annie
• NYC - Half-a-mill
• NYC - Kevin Rudolf
• NYC - Defender
• NYC - Charles & Eddie
• NYC - Darkim Be Allah
• NYC - Easy Mo Bee
• NYC - Burial

NYC what is it about you
Your big your loud
Your tough
(talking)
I go years without you
And i cant get enough
Enough of cab drivers answering back
In a language less then pure
Enough of frank footers answering back
The brother you know yours
In Nyc to busy to crazy
To hot to cold
To late im sold
Again on NYC
NYC the shadows at sundown
The roofs that spray the stars
NYC the rich and the run down
The big parade goes by
What other town has the empire state
And a mayer 5 foot 2
No other town in the whole 48
Can half compare to you
N..Y..C
You make more post cards
You crowd you cramp
Your still the champ
Amen for NYC
The shimmer of times square
The punks the beat the drum
The citys bright as a penny of kauge
It blinks it tilts it rains
To think i lived here all of my life and never seen these things
NYC just got here this morning
3 bucks
2 bags
1 me
NYC I give you fair warning
Up There in lights
I'll be
Go ask the gurshwens
Or coffman and heart
The place they love the best
Though california pays big for their art
Their fanmail comes adressed to..
NYC tomorrow a pent house
Thats way up high
tonight the why
Why not
ITS NYC
NYC your standing ramonley
you crowd
you cramp
your still the champ
Amen for NYC

He was standing on the highway
Somewhere way out in the sticks
Guitar across his shoulder
Like a 30 ought six
He was staring in my headlights
When I come around the bend
Climbed up on my shotgun side
And told me with a grin
Chorus:
I'm going to New York City
I never really been there
Just like the way it sounds
I heard the girls are pretty
There must be something happening there
It's just too big a town
He was cold and wet and hungry
But he never did complain
Said he'd come a thousand miles
Through sleet and snow and rain
He had a hundred stories
About the places that he'd been
He'd hang around a little while
And hit the road again
Chorus See I've been to New York City
Seems like it was yesterday
I was standing like a pilgrim
On the Great White Way
The girls were really pretty
But they wouldn't talk to me
I held out about a week
Went back to Tennessee
So, I thought I'd better warn him
As he climbed out of my car
Grabbed his battered suitcase
And shouldered his guitar
I knew I was just jealous
If I didn't wish him well
I slipped the kid a twenty
Said 'Billy give 'em hell'
Chorus x 2

Is this on
I am so too
I could take you there but I don't know how to get there

I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed

[Intro]
Sounds Society, Poobs, Ghost, a lil' homage to New York
I know I missed a couple of y'all I got ya next one
[Verse 1]
I'm gettin high with my fam Ron
Bitch you 'gon suck it or not?! I'm like Cam'ron
(Huh!?)
'Cause I'm ballin like Jones is
Bandana like Santana, where the zone is (AY!!)
Niggas lucky I ain't flip yet (LUCKY!)
I'm on my shit like DipSet (DIPSET! DIPSET!)
And I ain't rich like 50, but I know Many Men that
really wanna hit me (Many Men!)
Top of New York like Yayo (G-G-G) Start it up like
Banks do
Yeah I shoot you or shank you (I'll shoot you!)
And then after that thank you (Thank you bruh!!!)
Terror Squad like Joe Crack (TS!!!)
Hit you with a pack and you better bring that dope
back!!!
(You better bring that dope back!) It's Flipmode like
Busta (FLIPMODE!)
Light the Spliff one minute before I cut ya
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C (Ride!)
The illest competition the flyest colleagues (ILL!!!)
I was born here so why would I leave?! (Why?)
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's (Birth!)
I ride and get high to N-Y-C (Ride!)
The illest competition the flyest colleagues (ILL!!!)
I was born here so why would I leave?! (Why?)
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's (Mecca!)
[Verse 2]
Let's have a Minaj like Nicki, you know I get Red like
Cafe (I Get Red!)
Gotta a Uncle that'll Murda and, all he do is play
B.I.G. and the Last Dayz
And Let It Fly like Maino (Let It Fly!)
Lil' nigga I'll make you drink Draino (DRINK THAT!!!)
I got Gunz like Corey, Godson with Fred but that's
another story (That's another story)
Cocaine City like Frenchy, Polo head, like Vado
Hell like Rell, wavy like Biggavell (Wavy)
Back on the Ave when I used to move them bottles
Anything to keep them lights on (Anything!)
Do a stretch, comin back, just like Mysonne
If I know you I never heard of you (Either or?!)
Cause I'm like Mook I'll Murda you
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
[Verse 3]
I'm ill like Frank White, Nas, Jay-Z, Rae and Ghostface
(I'M ILL)
The Whole Wu-Tang, Black Rob and the old Mase
CNN, M.O.P, Mobb Deep too, or whatever whatever nigga
when I.C.U (WHATEVER NIGGA!)
Fabolous, like Loso, like Ortiz Yo Yaaowa when you see
Po' Po'
Whattup now Y-O to Bucktown, I get it in like my niggas
that's on Bucktown
I got it in when McGruff was runnin Uptown (Uh Huh)
Or Big L, light a big L, lifestyle's mob style know
what the kids sell (Know that!)
The metal might part your chest from the ghetto
with Sheek and Jada and Dark Man X (YONKERS!!!)
Still Conscious like Kweli and Mos Def (CONSCIOUS)
A Kool G., no movie run the city like Diddy and I'm fly
go ask Groovy
[Chorus]
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
I ride and get high to N-Y-C The illest competition the
flyest colleagues
I was born here so why would I leave?!
The mecca pf rap birth the God MC's
[Outro]
Friend or foe, competition or colleague, I salute ya
niggas, I love this city
I know it's alot of niggas I missed, I'll get you on
another one though
I just wanna salute where I'm from
Ride to this shit! Light a blunt to yout shit nigga!
I ain't forget all you old school niggas neither man I
salute y'all
I came up on y'all I got ya on another, another one too
you know

What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC
I go years without you
Then I can't get enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy, too crazy
Too hot, too cold, too late
I'm sold again on NYC
Come on you slowpokes
We gotta get to the Roxy before the prices change
The shadows at sundown
The roofs, that scrape, the sky
The rich and the rundown
The parade goes by
That other town has the Empire State
And a mayor, five foot two
No other town in the whole forty eight
Can half compare to you
Oh, NYC
You make 'em all postcards
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NYC, NYC
The shimmer of Times Square
The pulse, the beat
The drive, NYC
The city's bright
As a penny arcade
It blinks, it tilts, it rings
To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
Oh, NYC
The whole world keeps coming
By bus, by train
You can't explain
Their yen for
Star to be NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks, two bags
One me NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there in lights I'll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art
Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight the "Y"
Why not? It's NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NY
Keep it quiet down there
Immediate seating, there is immediate seating
Popcorn, what do you say to some popcorn?
I haven't had popcorn since
Give in, don't fight
Good girl, good night

uh, Half-A-Mill, Brooklyn
Yea, New York city, Manhattan, Queens
Where we from son?
[Chorus: Half-A-Mill]
We from New York City, New York City
Grimey, thug gritty, New York City
I'm from New York City, New York City
we get money, we get busy, we get paid in New York City
[Verse 1]
Yo in the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leanin for more fiends
TV screen follow homoicide scene
I drive you to Queens, S-5 wit hot beems
Divide Queen wit my team forever our scheme is not a dream
Its all real, they saw Mill he walk wit still
Quick on draw 4-4 put a limp in your grill
Your temperature chill, ain't nuttin for your wig to peal
Took a hit when shit gets real, cause niggaz get killed
Cooked up a half-a-ki creals, niggaz runnin up on yo family wit steel
And cause more horror then "Ammitville"
Hang granny up side down, shots rang from the pound, ill
You better any up 'em bills, cause blood spill for 'em bucks
Where I'm from for real, big guns put you on the run
Where I'm from is real
Niggaz want mills and more steel, 20 inch on the four wheel
Turn your front to a war field, for real
[Chorus: Half-A-Mill]
Some niggaz blood some niggaz crip
21 slugs I'm spittin it
sittin on bricks gettin yayo gettin it
Niggaz got nose drips and sniff it
Niggaz got more chips then the lil bit
We markin and distribute it
Mass production, that way you get a quick
Fiends get sick, vomit and shit when they can't get a hit
Nigga drop dead right on the strip
Ole D of herion, he was an old G
Shot medicine in his arms
Ghetto sins Brook-lon to cheddar on amp
Til a nigga fear chest wit ten, and pressure bends
Make you run over pedestrians
Ain't no snitchin or confessions
Its like the west we in
The foul flesh we in, we rep again
Lead tech off and dead your man, we represent
NYC dawg its dedtriment
Hoodlum put guns on your tongue and click
Hung your clique, dunn now from cents
[Chorus: Half-A-Mill]
Uh, I'm from borough that's thorough
Lil niggaz pushin CL-6's
Best payin female to the pitchers
Went from rags to riches
Jags wit the bags in engine
And I still wear a mask for a half-a-million
Yea we know you got the stash in the ceiling
And we live from New York
Where every night another apple is pealin
Major cookouts, smash and grillin
Pour ash through your pj's
Try to get back to your building
We on your hallway wit masked out
You don't want me to get at your children
Now get that cash or you gonna miss 'em
I'm like the Marshall when I cause the Vision
And I ain't tryin get stabbed the burn
Smash instil the gats is gonna burn
Cats goin to learn, New York is actioned packed
Even Clinton moved to Harlem for sacks and black
Blazin in his Cadillac, welcome to the concrete jungle
Were you when or citizen, til the police mind beat upon you
[Chorus: Half-A-Mill]
[Outro: Half-A-Mill]
Half-A-Mill, Brooklyn, NYC, representin
Yea, uh ya heard, five borough, yea uh

In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one who dies
(New York, you ready?)
He move from LAS to Soho
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one who dies
He was NY's talk of the town
Heard out to the LI sound
He started datin' models and he figured it out
He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out
Qualified sex machine
No better than a vowed fiend
She wanted a ride to the upper east side
But he dropped her ass off in Queens
'Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war
You ready, K?
(And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky)
It's your man Nas here
Take it straight through New York city
Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
I'm thought of highly, shoppin' Louie, Gianni
Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?
City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
The illest city on the planet
Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin'
We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It's just generations of style to get
Five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty twos
This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down
Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceilin'
Then it's a loud fool, fifty third street, right near the Hilton
I'm fightin' the feelin' I had when I was lightin' up buildings
Now I'm writin' for millions of listeners
Critics who just don't get it
They try dissin' us, New York full of kings and queens
All the rest just mimic us
'Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war

New York City, the world of madness,
Hundred of gangs thousands of murderers
Come on fight you warriors!
You haven't to live in pain,
So you will see, that it's ok!!
Day after day, they play their criminal games
Night after night, they fight side by side.
Come on fight you warriors!
You haven't to live in pain,
So you will see, that it's ok!!
Come on fight you warriors!
You haven't to live in pain,

Charles & Eddie
N.Y.C
I was hanging out on Joy's front steps
It was the summer of love
We were in New York City
Vibe was cool with the radio on
I think it was Sly singing "Que; Sera Sera"
My mother kept saying you're wastin' your life
Sittin' here watching the world go by
Why don't you guys get out there and do something
We did, we became brothers that night
Sharing our lives over a bottle of Ide's
But that was fine with me
There was some kind of riot on the lower
East Side
Some rich man shot some homeless guy
He thought he was being robbed
(chorus)
You can hear him say…
Can you believe this city
Didn't get much sleep staying out all night
Soul kitchen was hoppin'
We'd sneak in the side and dance
Smash was spinnin' some whack new song
We was all snappin' hard on his moms
But he was cool
That shit was funky
That shit was funky
Teachers were quittin' their jobs by the ton
Every kid in the school was totin' a gun
And they were just too scared
You can hear them say…
Can you believe this city
Ran into C on the E train
Had a brand new copy of Marvin Gaye's
"Trouble; Man" I couldn't help thinkin' coming home that day

[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]
Peace to Queens, New York City
They wildin, Shaolin, New York City
And crooks in, Brooklyn, New York City
And problems, Harlem, New York City
Representin the Bronx, New York City
Representin the Bronx, New York City
[Darkim Be Allah]
My clan melt it, the last man killed it
White collar money, get piltered
Street corner, fourty's get tilted
Yo, spark that, when I speak math, don't remark back
and start that shit, 'Pac you got heart infinite
I hit like nine millimeter, so the Adidas
Put fear God, in none believers
It's jumped off, let your head down
Take your Pumps off, niggas get it started
To the lock-down and the party
To all of my niggas, fame blown, came home touchin case
Thugs on the block, duckin strays
Purple haze highed up, right up
Jumped out the wood, hoes look sharp
Niggas get shook, hearts took, crooks
Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile
Money in the fame, for the meanwhile
Style like Priest and Tommy, The east coast and 'nomic
You want that uncut, fuck with Donnie
I'm priceless, separate the men from the mices
Name of the game on my dices
See me bowlin, we got to know when to roll 'em
And when to hold 'em, when to walk, when to do the Jesse Owens
Donnie Banks, count what I'm holdin at the table
These niggas bust shots in your name brand
Holes through your label, snatch all the ice off your cable
[Chorus]
[Darkim Be Allah]
Before I murk out, pull a bird out
Blew his shirt out, put the heard out, do my work-out
Just in case I'm in a place, no shells to replace
I still spark flame, knuckle game to the face
and haste, I leave him with his out-line traced up
Do his ace up, laced up from the waist up
The bound took my bass up, adjustin the treble
Boom with my volume on the highest level
The devil can't stop me, brawl like Rocky
Strained like they drinked cocaine out of poppi
You look sloppy, tryin to fuck with the all 'n' all
You can't copy, better duck nigga
All of y'all'll call for help
I'ma go out for 'self, if it get too thick
the whole click get felt, never knealt
Never lost my belt, cuz I'm lethal
You ain't my equal, talk to your people

[Chorus: Kool G. Rap]
N.Y. City, crime around me, drug dynasties
death and robberies
on the dark blocks where bodies bleed
jake inside the P.J.'s, the heat waves
kids play where heat sprays
straight floods, no love, fake thugs
draw blood with Four-Four snubs
tear away your rug
kids with clout
up in the Range Rover with chicks, spray in their mouth
drain 'em out, set up for the wet up, bang 'em out
these streets in Queens remain the murder scene, blood stain 'em out
[repeat]
[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
Inside the chambers of Hell
where all the L puffin' niggas dwell
and fell 'cause of a loss of blood cells
bullet shells, glass is shattered
shit gets torn and tattered
niggas brains is splattered on sewage drains when they be goin' at it
static over addicts, revolvers and automatics
it's illmatic how I seen one catch two in the cabbage
from an initial, official shiny nickel played pistols
sparklin' like crystals, launchin' missiles
domes get blown like whistles
ain't no jokin', niggas will leave you and your Momma soakin'
and smokin' and blown open
bodies found in Hoboken
kids comittin' murder after murder
shit is real so I feel for the ones that don't pack steel and burners
bodies be droppin' down around Queens
by different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
the seams
the end of the drama center, niggas you want drama?
word to Momma come equipped with two clips and body armor.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jinx Da Juvy]
Yeah, it's that young fella, Jinx Da Juvy
fly lil' nigga, iced out with a fresh brand new Coogi
jigged out, wig spinned out with waves
pockets full of the Franklins, I stay gettin' paid
stay stackin' papes, plus my Fam flip cakes
while some of us rap, other fellas flip 'caine
rock big chains, what ya'll think this a game?
Murder incorp. slash open cases with cartels
we do things that make the Mob tell
the way we go outta state and flip more cakes then Carvel
ya'll play the cut, and watch this lil' nigga prevail
'cause I spit much hotter than Hell
so why ya'll playa hate and plot to creep on mine
I pay ya'll no mind, but violate and speak to the Nine
I'm a B.K. Son of a gun
when I spit 16 bars ya'll rap niggas dial 911
I'm only 14, and ya'll rap dudes ready to run
this ain't a game, ain't no time for fun
I'm the young rap Lord, so I gotta hold it down
it's Easy Mo Bee, G. Rap and Jinx Da Juvenile.
[Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]
Crushed with the ice, get rushed for your life
busted in twice, stuck with a knife
on these rough nights we hustle and heist
put heaters to your Man and double the price
snuffin' your lights, shake you like a couple of dice
nothin' is nice, prepare for combat
firearm cats with long gats, end up where you get embalmed at
lay on the floor flat, pull the gat format
direct beside your door mat
cock the Fours back, blow out your Whore's back
leave the kids wigs tore back
my niggas ride with me like horseback
go to war rats, niggas you strapped? let me take that
G. Rap face slap all of these fake cats
and unofficials, get gun missiles clapped in your lung tissue
me and my Dun's'll hit you, slugs not even one'll miss you
tons of pistols
kid, you got guns?, you should've brung 'em wit' you
them niggas runnin' wit' you
caught 'em and hung 'em wit' you
no games, out to blow frames with Fo' flames
at close range, have all you niggas lookin' for Rogaine.

Me and you know
this is love
and I see
Me and you know
this is love
when I'm around you
when I'm around
nobody loves me
no, no
nobody loves me
nobody loves me
Me and you know
this is love
Me and you know
this is love
when I'm around you
when I'm around
Nobody loves me
no, no