• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• New York - Frank Sinatra
• New York - U2
• New York - KRS-One
• New York - Ja Rule
• New York - Az
• New York - Prodigy
• New York - Ken Hensley
• New York - Ozark Mountain Daredevils
• New York - Snow Patrol
• New York - The Ozark Mountain Daredevils
• New York - Mireille Mathieu
• New York - Waltari
• New York - Sex Pistols
• New York - DJ Khaled
• New York - Doves
• New York - Eskimo Joe
• New York - Freddie Mercury
• New York - Onelinedrawing
• New York - Crash
• New York - Prozzak
• New York - Richard Ashcroft
• New York - Naturally 7
• New York - Paloma Faith
• New York - Continental Drifters
• New York - The Crash
• New York - Rhubarb
• New York - Kin
• New York - Khm
• New York - Teens
• New York - Stephen Fretwell
• New York - Angel Haze
• New York - Fall Kills The Calendar
• New York - Fes Taylor
• New York - Blind Pilot

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it - new york, new york
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york
I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill - top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it - in old new york
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you - new york, new york
New york, new york
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
And find I’m a number one top of the list, king of the hill
A number one
These little town blues, are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it - in old new york
And if I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere
It up to you - new york new york
New york

In New York freedom looks like
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York
Just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot
Well into the hundreds
You can't walk around the block
Without a change of clothin'
Hot as a hairdryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a place in New York
New York
(New York)
New York
In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville
New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York
(Aoo)
The Irish have been comin' here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, asphalt, dance floor
They even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Happily, not like me and you
That's where I lost you, New York
New York, New York
New York
New York, New York
New York
Aoo ooo
New York
Aoo ooo
In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still I'm stayin' on to figure out
My mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
You know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You got to put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York
New York
New York
New York, New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had it's day
I heard your voice whisperin'
Come away now
New, New York
New, New York
Aoo ooo

[Intro:]
And you say New York City!
Duane 'Darock', KRS
[Chorus: female singers]
It's New Yorrrrrrrrrk, and we livin
The whole world, it knows, your name
It's New Yorrrrrrrrrk, and we livin
The whole world, it knows, your name
[over Chorus:]
Lenox Avenue, Park Ave
Long Island I see you baby
Jamaican Ave, Queens
KRS, let's go!
[KRS-One:]
New, York, City, get it right, get it tight, get it hype
New York City's in the house tonight
All day, off and on, Broadway
The world's Big Apple is what they all say
Wait, way back in the day
Dudes from the South migrated this way North
Lookin for the higher pay of course
Led by the forces they became big bosses
Like Rick Ross is, the city that never sleeps
Yup, New York is
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
What's that?
[Chorus]
[over Chorus:]
Flatbush! Brooklyn (we live this)
BX Bronx, c'mon
Gun Hill Road, Grand Concourse
[KRS-One:]
New, York, City, still part of my heart, still part of my start
As you can see it's still, part of my art
Still part of my lesson plan, listen man~!
N.Y., every year we fresh again
I be doin South Bronx everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, every nation know
I'm a New York dude that's not New York rude
All over the world I eat New York food
Ha, I'm at home anywhere, any place
Right now somebody from New York in this place
Yeah, no matter where I be
I'll always be N-Y-C
[Chorus]
[over Chorus:]
Coney Island! Brighton Beach
Wooo, Red Hook!
I see you Canal Street, Delancey Street
Hester Street, c'mon, New York let's go
[KRS-One:]
New, York, City, metropolitan life, cosmopolitan life
It put the strength inside of my life
But New York City got it's challenges also
Racism, sexism, crime, you all know!
Them guns that keep goin off bustin
And another one bites the dust when
Conflicts arise and dudes start bustin
And cussin, I gotta speak to this
New York is not unique in this
But if we keep sewing this we gonna keep reapin this
I'm teachin this, we gotta overcome our weaknesses
Remember man!
[Chorus]
[over Chorus:]
Big up to the firefighters, rest in peace
World Trades y'know
Brooklyn! The Bronx, Queens
Manhattan! Staten Island! New York love it baby
[Chorus]
[over Chorus:]
South Bronx
South Bronx, big 'em up!
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, Big Pun
Big L, Randy Parker

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..

[Intro: AZ (samples)]
Yeah... "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill"
"Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get in"
[AZ]
This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
Block covers know the style, triple that dough
Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low
I mouth them before the bowtie resemble cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop
That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the gwap
Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick or end up dead
Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York
New York, New York, New York
[Chorus x2: samples *scratched by DJ Premier*]
"New York, New York"
"Number One"
"New York, New York"
"Keep it real" "I get ill"
"New York, New York"
"Number one"
"New York, New York"
"The city" "I gotta get in"
[Raekwon]
You know the town stupid, this is all authentic ground
You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product
Bank holders stay in the lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass
And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta ziplocs
Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
I have you on the floor with ya armor loose
Break the raw down and sign truces
Then switch the next muthafuckin' date, fuck all excuses
When you see me it's real, I'm just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you might stay a night, if you pretendable
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a fuck
Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up
He dry snitching, post up in the whip with a fly wisdom
Hopped out to get a dutch, but he left with his wig splitten
We from New York, my city never sleeps (No)
We runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving six feet hurses
With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus
So I dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up
Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up

An imitation from New York
Youre made in Japan
From cheese and chalk
Youre hipy tarts hero
Cos you put on bad show
You put on bad show
Oh dont it show
Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember
Think its well playing Maxs Kansas
Youre looking bored
And youre acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut
Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think its well playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss
Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything
Youre condemned to eternal bullshit
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss youre sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss youre coming to this
I wanna kiss anything
Oh kiss this eh boy

New York, you're such a fickle city
You've got a heart
But you won't admit it
You've got a soul
And I'd like to get in it
But you can't have
My dreams in exchange
'Cause I came to you
With an open mind
With my heart full of hope
Of a special kind
But the doors stayed closed
For the longest time
So I thought of inside
Wondering what I might find
But you played with my illusion
'Till my image laughed in my face
I would have loved to love you
But my heart needs a different space
New York, New York ...

(GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)
Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you're walkin' right past her
You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her
She don't talk back so you talk a little faster
Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot
You're feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
(HARP SOLO)
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You stop a little girl who's pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
It won't last long but it beats feelin' homesick
Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play
It's on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, You're goin' down the wrong way
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
(GUITAR STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
It's New York

If you were here beside me
Instead of in New York
If the curve of you is curved on me
I'd tell you that I love you
Before I ever knew you
'Cause I love the simple thought of you
If our hearts are never broken
then there's no joy in the mending
There's so much this heart can teach us both
Though there's distance and there's silence
Your words have never left me
You're the prayer that I say every day
Come on
Come out
Come here
Come here
The long neon nights and the ache of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two
If you were here beside me
Instead of in New York
In the arms you said you'd never leave
I'd tell you that it's simple
And it was only ever thus
There is no where else that I belong
Come on
Come out
Come here
Come here
The long neon nights and the eek of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two
Just give me a sign
There's an end and a beginning
To the quiet chaos driving me mad
The long neon night and the want of the ocean

(GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)
Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you're walkin' right past her
You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her
She don't talk back so you talk a little faster
Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot
You're feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
(HARP SOLO)
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you're in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You stop a little girl who's pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
It won't last long but it beats feelin' homesick
Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play
It's on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, You're goin' down the wrong way
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
Ah ... it's New York
(GUITAR STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
It's New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)

New-York, New York
Ça c'est du nouveau
Je viens d'y penser
Je veux partir à ta conquête New-York New-York
J'ai comme un grand show au bout des souliers
J'ai mis de l'or à mes paillettes New-York New-York
Je me vois reine de ce temple de la musique
J'ai tous les rois de la ville dans le public
Cent mille bravos
Et tous ces bravos croulent de tous côtés
C'est qui claque dans ma tête mon vieux New-York
Et si j'ai su te plaire c'est à la terre entière
Que je plairais New-York New-York .

Lying on the concrete floor
The friends around me, four concrete walls
The silence inside doesn't tell the truth
Outside people i don't know
Tell me what they're waiting for
I close my eyes that i won't see
Swears in the name of crusifix
Squeezes his talisman for kicks
Too many people think too many different things
Chaos, all insanity
measuring the pain from me
Lying here, can't do anything
Unsatisfied with human rights
My mind just filled with those dark sights
that you spread now on TV
What's the impression you wanna hide?
Blessed be the icon of our times!
So let's stay indoors, beware of the dark
New York
New York
New York
I don't like to see your place
Living in unbalanced embrace
Behind the smile it feels unsafe
Without knowing what you praise
Someone's just telling how it is
and people swallow that peace of shit
The times, they have not changed at all
What's the impression you wanna hide?
So blessed be the icon of our times!
Let's stay indoors, beware of the dark...
New York
New York