CLAYBORNE FAMILY - New York City lyrics

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Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)

Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)

Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)

Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)

[Kool Keith]

New York City's finest, the added attraction

Next to your man, popular name

I mark minus, negative

Is that the best vocals you give?

I passed your structure, you think its okay?

Motown needs to see me, deliver your cassette

Amateurs embarrass me, give me somethin' to play

I'll sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash

Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant, I expect cash

Don't play anything cartoon in front of Mike Viv, ask Hiram Hicks

I'll put my face on the console, my engineer sharp

I thought you spit on hits

Oh you Spike now, wearin' Allan's

You sportin' Houston's kicks

Since you parked West, you rhyme and practice

While I hang out with the Dominican Republic

I keep the Sony cam - between crotches, I tape all Spanish chicks

International rapper on tight bars with the Spanish mix

Hittin' Spanish licks

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[Jacky Jasper]

Statues, buildings, street killers living

Could be heaven, pimps through thugs - nothin' givin'

Driven - to penthouse, lookers, dope cookers, jookas

The highest price hookers, gamblers, pushers

Thug ways, no way

Cabs some days, town call always, high all day

Honest but dishonest, regardless

I'm heartless cause money is endless

Not hard to get clip, you trip you'll get clipped

The weak will slip, hit is what they get

Peeps walk, avoid the jack, don't talk, guns spark

All money, shark fin, New York

Money's fast, the city ain't slow, the pay slow

With all those Burroughs, yo

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[Marc Live]

Yo, yo, I love the dirty blocks

My thugs at the corner movin' that stuff, controllin' the spot

I like the city yo, we move quickly

Where the streets talk a lot, yo... (yeah)

And if you snitch them kids'll get you at the chicken spot

And rock big leathers, and match the Tims up

Lace the kicks up, a new fitted

A long chains make the chickens get real hot

Stop playin' this the Big Apple, we take a bite out

Conference calls, blow ten thousand (yeah) - on just a night out

The Westside Highway I test my heat out

Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out

The streets peek out, they like the Clayborne's

Come through (yo), we make the streets stop, I know your head bop

New York City, where cats wil' out and jacks just go out

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