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Angie Martinez - New York, New York
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Featuring dj clue & prodigy [clue] Dj clue.. desert storm.. angie martinez.. prodigy.. Live from new york nigga.. [angie] Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it aint where you from that its where you at But where Im from, yall can tell, dont matter where Im at Born and bred in the streets of new york, new york Its evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the concorde, with a clue tape (clue!) Stop in sicily and tell em they pizza fake And I keep the faith in the knicks, them fuckers And Im quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, Im a rude ass bitch when I need to be But Im cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when its time to get this money Got game, spot game, so dont act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the bronx, we manhattan From staten, to long island, we make it happen, out in [chorus: prodigy] + clue {ad libs} New york, new york [p] the city, the buildings [p] the big rotten apple, old timers and children New york, new york [p] we trendsetters [p] we gave birth to rap music, yall niggaz know better We new york, new york [p] the latest fashion, listen [p] we get our jewels from the diamond district Out in new york, new york [p] the brave, the great [p] the eastside nigga, the empire state [prodigy] Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real live mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare em straight, its not a game How we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains Marquis diamonds all up in your face We the hood, we the projects, we brooklyn, we queens In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? Its p (yeah) loud and clear, it aint fair How I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now Yall bitches bow down, to.. [chorus] [prodigy] Yo, we dont negotiate, we move on impulse You try to insult me and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands Cmon, we the m-o-b-b nigga We the mobb, who the fuck did you think it was? Step aside youngbloods when you see new york niggaz come through Silent murder, thats how we do [angie] Out in new york, new york - where they tend to wild out Who am i? everything bitches pretend to be about Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, n.y.c. and yall can see Ima be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife Im in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids I demolish from tribeca to hollis +skys the limit+ like chris wallace - you cant stop it Comin through respect due cause Im the peoples choice Stop actin new yo, cause you know Im the voice of [chorus] [clue] Big shout to queens, brooklawn.. Uptown, the b.x., l.i., shaolin, y.o. Nigga! Desert storm, roc-a-fella, its william nigga.. holla! Hev. e components nigga, we built like that!
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