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CAMRON lyrics : "Welcome To New York City"

[Jay-Z] Turn the mother$#&@ing music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me ^!$$%
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.

Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building

Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the $#&@ up!


[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler

Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure !@%!e copper, get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer

It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rucker game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender

I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to Spike and the pen left to write

I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight

But we from New York City, right Cam?
([Cam:] Ya damn right)


[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all $#&@in with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]

Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown

Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you

You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle

Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano

It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old !@%!e they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort

Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa


[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers

We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all $#&@in with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster

Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City


[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this %#@! is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five

You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one


[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me

Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a (*##$ to pack up

[Cam'Ron]

Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug,
You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won't stop til I get back blood
Holla at em Hov


[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
^!$$%s'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding

Wet ^!$$%s up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers

We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all $#&@in with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City


[Cam'Ron]
Yall ^!$$%s man, yall can't $#&@ around man
It's the ROC (*##$, Killa, my ^!$$% Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats man, holla, Dash
Get the $#&@ off our dicks
I own this %#@! right now man, I ain't going nowhere


Welcome to New York City!

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