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Kevin Rudolf lyrics : "NYC"

(feat. Nas)
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes

And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,

From B.K. to the Bronx and it's the fortunate one, who dies

[Nas]

New York, we ready!

[Kevin Rudolf]

He move from LAS to SoHo (ohh)
A few blocks for those who don't know (ohh)
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall

Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101

Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun


Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam

Tonight
That boy he used to bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one who dies


He was NY's talk of the town
Heard out to the LI sound (okay)

He started datin models and he figured it out
He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh!t out
Qualified sex machine

No better than a vowed fiend
She wanted a ride to the upper east side but he dropped her $$# off in queens


Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam
Tonight

That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war
(You ready, K?) (It's your man Nas here)
And then he'd lift up his voice to the

Sky (Take it straight through New York City)

[Nas]

Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
I'm thought of highly, shoppin Louis, Gianni

Christian LaCroix shades, what can a boss say?
City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age

The illest city on the planet
Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin
We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers

My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos

This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down
Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling

Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton
I'm fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings
Now I'm writin for millions of listeners

Critics who just don't get it
They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us


[Kevin Rudolf]
Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam

Tonight
That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war
And then he'd lift up his voice to the

Sky

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