New York, New York - LL COOL J

It’s up to you!

New York!

Neeew Yoooooork!

New Yoooooooooooork!

It ain’t a movie

Ayo Suits!

Probably gon' want some pasta after this one ya’meen?

Not to Spicy

New Yoooork!, New Yoooork!

The Cityyyy that doesn’t sleep, New Yoooork!

New Yoooork!, New Yoooork!

The Cityyyy that doesn’t sleep, New Yoooork!

(Cause sleep is the cousin of death)

Let me tell you what’s up with all these New York cats

They got too rich and lost they grip on rap

They let the country boys take over the soundtrack

And blow the Superman kid straight off they back

Now everybody know where all the flavor is at

And if theres any drama, I’ll be handlin' that

I gotta switch to singles and walk to fall back

Late-night conference calls and all that

Not the next Denzel, I’m the first LL

I remember where I came from, hot since day one

Queens in the building, I spank these children

For not seeing that I switch styles like chameleon

A lot of wanna-be kings but I’m the real one

All these cats playing dumb, they know the deal son

Use rap like caps, I will peal one

And ya reign is over nigga, here it come

New Yoooork!, New Yoooork!

The Cityyyy that doesn’t sleep, New Yoooork!

(Cause sleep is the cousin of death)

Listen party people now here’s the situation

All these cats is lyin' they have huge imaginations

Ain’t freestyling, them niggas is free-basing

It’s like a epidemic the beats they keep wasting

Feels like the 80's again, back to basics

Hit 'em with the raw shit, niggas is gon' chase it

And get addicted to how I spit it

I treat my beat like a blunt, lick and split it

My shit’s wicked, fiends can’t forget it

Take it in ya lungs, ya done, ya get lifted

Too many debates about what Mister Smith did

What can I say nigga?

God’s god I’m gifted

But I won’t hit you with the same old money rap

Cause most of the money rappers need to give you ya money back

I’m just ya man next door, sharp hood cat

I want the crown back boy, ya don’t deserve that!

New Yoooork!, New Yoooork!

The Cityyyy that doesn’t sleep, New Yoooork!

(Cause sleep is the cousin of death)

Just when ya thought that I was calmin' down

I pulled a George Bush and I bombed the town

I got 'em runnin' for cover, ducking, running around

Like L’s on the radio, «wow how does it sound?»

Never been afraid to set it off on these clowns

Especially with all the hyped up trash they puttin' out

This is for the cats that consistently hold me down

Arguing in barbershops from Queens to Up-Town

I went to Hollywood and let 'em borrow the crown

But they got too cocky, I’m back to check these clowns

I dare one of yall to disrespect me now

And I’ll die before that happens so inject me now

And I’m the best period, fuck pound-for-pound

When shit gets serious, I rock the crown

Matter of fact, where my real niggas at?

I got you, New York is on my back

Lets Go!

New Yoooork!, New Yoooork!

The Cityyyy that doesn’t sleep, New Yoooork!

(Cause sleep is the cousin of death)