[Intro: Jay-Z & Cam'ron]
Turn the motherfucking music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me, nigga
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls (Welcome to New York City)
Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City), ladies and gentlemen
Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up (Welcome to New York City)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z & Cam'ron]
I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
With Cam, once again if you pan left of his ice
It be 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 throw off the feds when I'm scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)
Turn the motherfucking music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me, nigga
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls (Welcome to New York City)
Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City), ladies and gentlemen
Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up (Welcome to New York City)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z & Cam'ron]
I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
With Cam, once again if you pan left of his ice
It be 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 throw off the feds when I'm scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)
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