since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St. Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and. These lyrics are submitted by ArianJacqueline Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outĮverybody ride her, just like a bus routeĪnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endĬame here for school, graduated to the high lifeīall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafĬaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleĮnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backįor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to actĬity, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockĪfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughīut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can These streets will make you feel brand newĬatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from. Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sĬatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa