• 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

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh, don't it show
Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut, in a rut
Still out on those pills
Do the sambo
You're four years on, you still look the same
I think it's about time you changed you brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Still out on those pills
Cheap thrills, Anadins, Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
I wanna kiss
You do just about anything
Oh, kiss this
Eh, boy

This is, this is,
This is, this is,
Im about Unity,
Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida
Listennn,
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,
All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,
Before it all got hyped,
I was in the corridor,
Apple before it got riped.
So I aint gotta act like,
I'm on top of, or in front of them,
If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,
Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,
I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,
These niggas is different kind of soft.
Everybody know it all,
Nobody follow a protocal,
The money's only good until you blow it all.
Stacking every cents,
Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?
So now he's running for president.
It's a shame what the game's became,
But the truth is,
There's really nobody to blame,
But the music.
Lets give it a minute,
Wtih no wack gimmicks,
Just hard beats and rhymes,
blow breath back in it.
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,
You claim king, but we in control of this,
Name another rapper you see on the streets,
huggin the block at the height of a beef,
Yellow tape and white sheets,
Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,
I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,
make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.
But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,
Joe's the business, Ask about me,
In the middle of the desert,
and they still can drought me.
You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,
You see weezy coming down on that forklift,
And money aint a thing, unless he come off with
Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
New york, New York nigga never went no where,
I just took off a couple of years,
But Now I'm back on my day to day,
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,
Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,
Cuz as much as things change it remains the same
And you can gimme the city of God
And Mecca, the temple, the mas
An inspiration, the inception, The art..
Of Hip Hip was born
And the rap game was formed
From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds,
and argue all day about who's a bigger star,
Joe, Jada, or Ja.
SO close but so far,
So many there's no star,
I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,
And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,
Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back

They're throwing rocks and paving stones
So lets go while we can
Put your finger on the map
Who cares where it lands
Cause we're all better off in New York
On the road and out of town
We're moving on again
Everything they say is true
This city is insane
Every possibility
Nothing's left to chance
They're throwing rocks and pavings stones
Who says it has to last?
On the run
Till we're caught in New York
Cause we're all better dead
Than be caught
Maybe best not to talk
Till New York
Cause we're all better off in New York
On the run
Till we're caught in New York
Cause we're all better off
In New York
On the run
Till we're caught
In New York
On the run
Till we're caught
In New York
On the run
Till we're caught

Hey, hey, I know it wasn't New York
Where I lost my mind.
Hey, hey, I know I must have left it
It was back home all the time.
And where were you while we lay
So drunk that we died?
Hey, Hey, I know, but who could blame us?
Under pressure
And I know
I know I should have stayed in bed.
Hey, hey, I know it's just a toothache
I won't even cry.
Hey, hey, the candy store prescriptions
All lined up in the aisles.
And where were you while we lay
Shipwrecked in denial?
Hey, hey, it's just a pill to help you
Sleep right through the night.
I should have stayed in bed.
And I know
I should have stayed in bed.
I know I should have stayed in bed because
Tomorrow's gonna be another party.
You stay too long until the lights get lonely.
Oh, tomorrow's gonna be another party
Wait too long til we
All stay out of the sun.
Sun.

One two three four one
I didn't get no sleep last night
Had a drink and I got uptight
I fell over
When the sun comes in inside
When the tide comes in I'm alive
I'm all over, so move over
Here I come New York
New York, you're gaining on me
New York, you're just that one step far away
But I'm here to stay
New York, (you're gaining on me) stop gaining on me
New York, you're just that one step far away
But I'm here to stay

instrumental, with wordless
vocals.

You got your start, you went to New York. Yeah. It's enormous
You went to see just where the wild wind blows
And it's more than you
You are in New York
This is heavy
No doubt about that
Dreams will happen
You cross your heart and hope you never die in this life
You want to feel how deep the new world breathes
And it's more than you
You are in New York
This is heavy
No doubt about that
This is heaven
And then one day, you rock the USA. Yeah! Wow!
And it's more than you
You are in New York
Streetlights glitter
brighter than stars
This is heavy
No doubt about that
This is heaven

Was it Washington Square
Or the way you wore you hair?
Was it central park
Or kissing after dark?
Guess I'll never know
Not sure I even care
But my heart will always live
With you and me there
But I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
hahah
Was it the Sea Port in June
Or your face by the moon?
Was it Soho's charm
Or you and I arm in arm?
Was it the 6 train uptown
Or true love that I found?
It all blends into one
When I think of you now
But I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
Ahahah
Well I know that a promise is to keep
But money's tight and I've been losing sleep
Old Man Circumstance will have his way
It's true
But what I wouldn't give to stay here with you
And I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
Ahahah
And I've never been good with good-byes

Are you tuning in
And I wanted to go
Half my life
And I feel kind of strange
Like I never lived that life
And I'm trying hard
To control my heart
And I always want to know
And I always want to go
New York are you tuning in
New York big city of dreams
New York oh what a city
New York
Are you tuning in
There's now time to unpack, yea
Let's get straight out on the street
And feel no inhibitions
This city was built for me
And my head is full of questions
When did I feel this good
In the arms of my lover
Burning through the night of New York
And its funny how time flies
In the city that never sleeps
It's getting after hours
And I'm feeling the heat
I'm almost dead and buried
The day nearly done
But I want to keep on going
I'm going to kiss the sun in New York
And I'm feeling kind of selfish
Cause I'm just flying home
I've been busy on your island
Just having my own fun
It's an English tradition
Find some money make some time
Get busy on your island

Close to the edge, I'm like a bomb ticking slowly
Just don't push me if you know what's good for you, I'm
not that holy.
I'm an island, I'm a rock
On an island made of rock
Concrete flowers, falling towers
To tell the time, who needs a watch?
Ain't that just like New York
Ain't that just like tv
There's nothin' like New York
Don't you believe what you see.
Prechorus
It's like a jungle (it's like a jungle )
It's like a jungle sometimes (It's like a jungle
sometimes)
It's like a jungle (it's like a jungle)
It's like a jungle sometimes. (It's like a jungle
sometimes)
Chorus
I got this love for New York, New York
But I don't think thay she knows
I said goodbye to New York, New york
But my heart won't let her go
I've seen a few things, I've seen fire, I've seen rain
What I haven't seen's much sunshine,
Through my window shades of grey
Baby's crying, Mommy's trying, her very best to make
ends meet
Daddy's spot is on the corner, made at least 3 G's last
week.
Prechorus
Chorus
Still waters run deep on the corners of Wall st.
Too many cooks in the kitchen
,No shepherds for the sheep.
Only Lawyers and Doctors, like gangsters and mobsters.
The ground ain't safe anymore, we need police
helicopters.
It's like a jungle sometimes, I gotta suit up in
camouflauge.....or blend with the Philistines,
And swing a sling on the boulavard.
Nikes, Converse, Pumas, Addidas
Everybody's moving fast, but they ain't running to
Jesus.
They want blood, watch the spillage
They wanna conquer and pillage.
Pillars of Salt, don't look back in the village.
Prechorus

The days were long and the nights so cold
the pages turned and the tale unfolds
He'd left me for another lady.
She stood so tall and she never slept
There was not one moment he could regret
He'd left me for another lady
He took my hand one day and told me he was leaving, me disbelieving and I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I had to let him go
Her name was New York, New York, and she took his heart away oh my Her name was New York, New York, she had poisoned his sweet mind
mmm.. The wolves they howled for my lost soul
I fell down a deep black hole, He'd left me for another lady
she poured the drinks and she poured the power
A diamond girl who could talk for hours
He'd left me for another lady
Now I am on my own, he told me he was leaving, and I was pleading and I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I had to let him go
Her name was New York, New York, and she took his heart away oh my, Her name was New York, New York, she had poisoned his sweet mind
The greatest times, I don't wanna hear it, your new laughter lines
I don't wanna hear it, the new found friends she introduced you to
I don't wanna know them I just wanna be with you..

Written by Carlo Nuccio
Main Voice: CARLO
Produced by Continental Drifters
Released on 'Continental Drifters' (1995)
You said it from New York
With a tear in your eye
You said it from a pay phone
I say it was a lie
'Cause you said it with indifference
I heard it that way too
And even the color blind
Know what's black from white, oh right.
And you don't have to shout
I hear you fine
I'm not tryin' to wear you out
But don't expect me to ease you
It seems such an injustice
Given the way we feel
I guess sometimes
It just turns out like that.
All handle each rejection
Kinda tired, rather careless, I find it hard to breathe
And if you don't want to see me cry
Don't ever say goodbye.
I can't pin it on him
Girl, I can't blame you
From the ring on your finger
I guess I always knew
It seems such an injustice
Given the way we feel
I guess sometimes
It just turns out like that.
All handle each rejection
Kinda tired, rather careless, I find it hard to breathe
And if you don't want to se me cry
Don't ever say goodbye.
Don't ever say goodbye.
You said it from New York
With a tear in your eye
You said it from a pay phone
I say it was a lie
'Cause you said it with indifference
And I'm sure I heard it true
And even the color blind
Know about ya.
I am, girl
I'm so scared of bein' alone
In this place so faraway
From what I call home
If you don't want to see me cry
Don't ever say goodbye.
Don't ever say goodbye
Don't ever say, don't ever say

You got your start, you went to New York
Yeah, it's enormous
You went to see just where the wild wind blows
And it's more than you
You are in New York
This is heavy
No doubt about that
Dreams will happen
You cross your heart and hope you never die
in this life
You want to feel how deep the new world breathes
And it's more than you
You are in New York
This is heavy
No doubt about that
This is heaven
And then one day you rock the USA
Yeah! Wow!
And it's more than you
You are in New York
Streetlights glitter
brighter than stars
This is heavy
No doubt about that
This is heaven
You are in New York

One chance for singing
To lose ourselves in such a simple melody.
One love worth saving
Is worth a million troubles if we make it.
[Chorus]
New York, can't find me
New York, New York
One life worth living
Could save us all or lose its way completely
It's allright, if it's OK
To find a little peace of mind and hope it stays
New York, has her timing
New York, New York
Empty ourselves in this city.
Spend every wish on the way.
It leaves you with nothing to swing from.

The sun is falling on New York City
There's so many things that I could say to you
That I'll never say
There's so many places we could go
There's so many faces, I could tell
Just by the way you walk, that tonight you're from New
York
Walking down the avenues
Where mysteries are often solved
On the island with the tallest apple tree
Where animals ride bicycles
And men become cannon balls
Lovers ride the famous wonder wheel
There's so many things that I could say to you
That I'll never say
There's so many places we could go
There's so many faces, I could tell
Just by the way you walk, that tonight you're from New
York
And tonight I'm from New York
Honey you're not the only one to sail across the world
To be here
Put your dreams in your pocket, girl It takes more than
charm
It takes fever
So sweat it out and take this chance tonight
Tomorrow may not be here
It's the city that takes a fight and stares you down
Are you ready to be here
Are you ready to be here
Tonight
There's so many things that I could say to you
That I'll never say
There's so many places we could go
There's so many faces, I could tell
Just by the way you walk, that tonight you're from New
York
Oh, and tonight I'm from New York

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yo, you know what?
You could go to all the states in the world
See girls with long hair, flat stomachs
Goin' back and forth to the gym, workin' out
And they be talkin' to you
You get in New York... girls be frontin'
They have a little bit of tiny hair on they head
Or some just walk around with braids
You can't tell 'em nuttin'
Yo... they be killin' me
[H-Bomb]
Easy mon, blood clot, blood cleat with gold teeth
He peekin' at Kool Keith, Marc Live, and me
We - fly LAX to JFK, take it one way
You twisted, Jacky J ain't plan to stay
I'm on a one way, beamin' a poor chick in L.A.
Play - these chickens, break rules
I pack steels, do big drug deals
You in tennis shoes, where's your heels?
And you expect me to pay for these meals
Where's your spouse?
You live with your moms, is that a mouse
I'm breakin' out bounce, my man Ice-T got a penthouse
Four deep hits, scores, V.I.P.
We fingerbang chickens in lace, no space - fast race
Big Lonnie on Webster Ave with a screw face, briefcase
Three ki's taste with a rusty screw driver and waste
Your right hand man got replaced
You chase - baby makers, parts, heart breakers
Want papers - yes, them Murray gators huh?
You're man work in Manhattan up in Houlihan's as a waiters, laters
You worship them slave owners on green papers, haters
I'm back in L.A. with three hoes in a Wilshire skyscrapers
[Chorus x2]
New York belongs to me!
(Not him, or yooouuuu)
New York belongs to me!
(Not him, or yooouuuu)
[Marc Live]
I walk through your city like a juggernaut
You kids is astronauts, all in space
Right to your face, no welcome mats just welcome caps
A community of big city kids in black hats
Catch me in a New York strip club slappin' a phat ass
You don't get no pass, it's the big three - H, Marc, and Keith
Top general chiefs, no games, forget the friends baby
Let's go straight to the brains, an even exchange
No heated exchange, we show the hotel the after party
Lot of Bacardi and Limon, heavy smoke and plenty of grindin'
I left L.A. real quick to see who's rhymin' -
Who's talkin' mess and who's lyin'
Who shippin' weight express mail, no Greyhound - we flyin'
Forty-two street triple X, we buyin'
Hot 97 nigga gon' play us some new shit, or we gon' start ridin'
Me and Blaze up that spot, you know who we are
High profile, we not buyin' the bar, real grimey
One E & J, one Philly, and jake behind me... BX
[Chorus x1.5]
New York belongs to me!
(Not him, or yooouuuu)
New York belongs to me!
(Not him, or yooouuuu)
[Kool Keith]
I'ma tell you New Yorkers on lock down, the city is my boo
You shoulda called up Clue and made appointments
I'm qualified in the Metropolitan area
I shoulda been on the professional too
None of y'all rappers don't have a rule
Marketing plan out there, y'all know what to do
What up nizza?, with tight beats on destinctive tracks like the RZA
On four DAT's, computer sequence my formats
I step on MC's like subways, rest my feet on rats
8,000 rappers comin' out this summer posin' hard, rhymin' like pussycats
Y'all don't shoot nobody, half of y'all like to scratch -
Like kittens in a batch, most of y'all scared to light a match
Blow birthday candles, y'all dealin' with girls with love handles
Better yet, guys still standin' in front of Fat Beats lookin' for samples
I laught at you holdin' champagne tryin' to walk in the club like Rambo
[Chorus x2]
New York belongs to me!
(Not him, or yooouuuu)
New York belongs to me!

She was a back street dancer out-a New Orleans
Been featured once or twice in the small magazin
Doing alright - yes
she's doing alright.
She's on broadway
she's come a long way
Baby
And now she's a star. Ring on every finger and big fancy car
Doing alright - yes
she's doing alright
Got her name up in lights
she's a queen of the night.
You're in New York
you're a star.
A sensation
you are - in the money
And they're applauding you.
You're in New York
you're a star. . . .
You're a diamond studded lady and a race on the stage
You're known across the nation
I guess you got it made.
Doing alright
you're doing alright
you're on Broadway.
You get offers from the movies to appear on the screen
But you're sleeping on it
Baby
'cause it's not quite your scene
Doing alright
you're doing alright
Got your name up in lights
she's the queen of the night.
You're in New York
you're a star. . . .
You're in New York

Please can we go away
Get out of here somehow today
For a place that I've heard on the radio
Never sleeps
I'll get a job in a bar
And you could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars
To fat mustachio men in suits
You'll look cute
Fuck what they say
And fuck it if they talk
It really don't matter
We're going to New York
Oh, hold on to me
I'm gonna get you out, I'm gonna set you free
To a place that I've heard on the radio
Never sleeps
I'll get a job in a bar
You could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars
To fat mustachio men in suits
You'll look cute
Fuck what they say
Fuck it if they talk
It really don't matter

I'm running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told you all niggas better get these bitches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am, lyrical intrusion,
You bitches can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking tooth that
Till I know the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick
Ah, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, like Cassie bitches
Like I'm fucking Chris dope or that raspy nigga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
I am, whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums
Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them
I kill this shit this the motherfucking raping
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover
I run New York, I run New York
I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That wnt missing from a dungeon
Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I'm satan, and I'ma take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it, when these bitches know I'm better than them
Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them
I'm a fire, enemies of the force round
Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it's round
Bitches and a condo, I sit with an open mouth
Bitches and you bitches are lyrically
Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence
No shame in all, but y'all bitches on knees like baby claws
You can catch me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah hate don't talk bitch do
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover
I run New York, I run New York
I'm lyrical coming on general
Take shots when I was a criminal
Don't stop, continue on running around
But never... some of the shit that I'm fin to do
Y'all... that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you
I'm like scorpion, bitch I will finish you
Making nasty, real, real nasty
Way you bitches running like you will get past me
Won't happen you bitches could get on, when I'm off it
Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
It's just me, myself and I
Talk tough shit and I'ma beat you till you die
Ask why, because I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why shit negotiate seems lighter than heavy d
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

Take my hand and hold it tight, she spoke of a tragedy tonight
Nothing but questions fill my mind,
will this be the end or will we survive Take my hand
I don't understand why all these tears come with laughter
and love makes you cry
When years get you down, let days pick you up
Cause life's a disaster with no one to love you
We met on a train that was New York bound,
her voice sounded scared and her hair was down
One day she left without saying goodbye,
she left just a letter that didn't say why
It said hold on (hold on) It said hold on (hold on) Remember me
She said remember me, remember me
Hold on to memories, remember me
Hold on... to memories, to memories
I don't understand why all these tears come with laughter
and love makes you cry
When years get you down, let days pick you up
Cause life's a disaster with no one to love you
I don't understand why

[Intro: Lon Dini (Fes Taylor)]
Dini, baby, Two 4 War (The Milli is back)
We about to blow, you faggot niggaz ain't ready, man
Know I mean? (Return of The Milli)
Dini forever, man, L.I., Baby Pa, L.G.P.
(You niggaz ain't ready) Get Fresh Crew
Let's do it (You don't got a choice but to get ready)
[Lon Dini:]
Yo, I flow through, anti-social
You clown niggaz loco, I fuck bad bitches on every postal
Move and you see it come through with new recruits
Cause I keep baggies and boots, and niggaz'll shoot
Like I said before I write it on spot, I'm going straight to the top
Like the yae when it touches the pot
Only the kid Dini can do this, smooth but I'm ruthless
Violators get chased down and beat toothless
Two of the kicks sounding like the tank let off
We and Taylor hopped in the '07 shit and jet off
Grandpa asleep, I'm in the room chopping grams
How dare you faggot fucks ever try to bite the hand
Of the man that feeds you, the man that leads you
Guerilla warfare, motherfucker, we breed crews
Bang on you faggot ass clowns
All you cowards scatter like fucking roaches when you hear that sound
Yea, huh...
[Hook x2: Fes Taylor]
New York, New York
[Pa Bazil:]
Yo, yo, check it
They say a measure of a man is measured by his accomplishments
When you wack, fool, you get no acknowledgement
Just gotta swallow it, back to the drawing board
When it gets too tough and we might write some songs for y'all
Hit it like Arthur with murderous ways
With the help of my niggaz we'll take over this place
Just like a moment of fate, it was written in the cards
Like the Sun was a line between the moon and the stars
And by the way, my name is the Pa
I done fathered many styles on the Shao' so get ready for more
You never know what he's holding in store
You gotta guess it's ugly
Been through the line of fire so I bet the rest is nothing
I figure less discussion, more action and destruction
At anyone who has the audac' to try and send me something
[Fes Taylor:]
Myspace.com, we got spins like Flex dropped the bomb
Modern day King Kong, alright, building in my palm
Twin Tower of P, that's my my charm
This ain't back in the days, my beeper's gone
Yea, we on that Nextel chirp, I got work
I promote like I got milk right in the dirt
Uh-huh, feel the worms and the snakes pass by
My cash buy, anything I want so I ain't gotta ask why
Fast fry like french fries, cause my cash pries
Ultimate hustler but I don't got Damon Dash ties
Now I arise from the dead, my niggaz lost lives and they bled
Blow it through Mexico, hide it from the feds
Yea, yea, Federallis, firearms, you never carry
See me crack a smile, not necessarily happy
I growl at the beat, I'm just starting to bark
Then I bite, step on ya toes, paw on ya Clark's
Ferrari is parked, you shook when the lobby is dark
The beat gasoline, probably'll spark
Fire, nigga, fire alarms, stop, look, admire the Don
Cars on cinder blocks, tires is gone
Fly as the Fonz, never went bronze
But I'm trying to stunt gold sold this pair of LeBrons
How we do things, even my shoes bling
Willie Rocks, tell 'em these ain't rhymes, those in a shoe string
This my new thing, Taylor and Pa Bazil
Dini, Lis, Gil put his cards on the table
We dealing with a royal flush

I hear the train all night
Sound of its wind blowing through our subtle lives
And I have a job to do walking these cars
Walking all asleep to get to you
But I don't feel your stir beside me
And your not in my morning hour
Some ties are made to break
Some stalks grow high and green to run away
And feel the wake
And these lines tell the truth
These city veins answer all you do
So could you keep me in the pulses
Could you keep me in the sound
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fall
So don't you know
Maybe you bet on me
While we were still young enough to know
Or to believe
For every year you took
For every soft breathe or loving look
Believe me
And don't keep me like you have me
And don't kiss me like you don't
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fall
So don't you now
Some land holds a home
Some of my years only hold me to Rome
But I tell myself its true
You see a home you see a man
You see it too
And I say don't you know you have her
Go on kiss her now you boy
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fall
So don't you now
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fall