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"New York" is a track by AZ, from the album A.W.O.L., released 6th September 2005. Full lyrics are available below.
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New York, New York" "Number one" "New York, New York" "The city" "I gotta get in" [Verse 1: AZ] This is that, Rikers Island, not slipping rap flow For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow Block huggers know the style, triple that dough Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sit ‘em back slow What y'all know about pork pies, give 'em that low I’m Malcolm before the bowtie, resemble Castro Rap NY, no lie, my side is Tabasco, so hot Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop That freeze niggas right where they stand for the gwap Niggas'll play Pac and pop at they man, it don't stop We up top, but we locked and landing He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and Scram Gingerbread niggas 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 'Cause when we flip, what's left to be said? New York New York, New York, New York [Refrain: 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" "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" [Verse 2: 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 niggas is scheming You can get murked up in the cab Shout out to niggas that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you Niggas 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 motherfuckin' 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 presentable [Refrain: 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" "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" [Verse 3: 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 'Cause 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 sixteen hearses With sixteen niggas, dropping sixteen verses Big faces, bulging' out of big green purses Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus So I dare niggas act up, let niggas act up Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up [Refrain: 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" "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"
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