N.Y Times

Chea aha aha yo Buda yo Grandz
Watup watup
New York New York New York
New York New York New York

Yo what's your name son
You ain't never put in No work
Ain't heard of you
My nigga where you Came from
About to blaze one
I be puffing the finest Of marijuana
But Dyckman is where
The Hayes from
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere

New York City got niggaz
Shining like Times Square
Where dreams are made
And niggaz is trynna get paid
From gutter the alley ways
A lot of hoods
We chase that butter
A lot of ways to provide the goods
Splash them outfits
The fashion is ever lasting
Chances there Just matters
How fast I grasp them
Don't matter the borough
The shit is thero
Focused on dinero
Too much swag They call us ghetto
And the pigs
Yea we call them by Different names
Some say 88 Other blocks
They yell out hetto
Put away the metal
See the captain Is waving hello
Can't imagine All the pressure
Then niggaz want you To settle
Now and days Is The swipe game
Niggaz flee in a rental
Imma make it Regardless
I tell you ain't Accidental
At the end of the day
That shit is just Really mental
Keep one foot On they neck
And The other one
On the peddle uhh

Yo what's your name son
You ain't never put in No work
Ain't heard of you
My nigga Where you came from
About to blaze one
I be puffing the finest Of marijuana
But Dyckman is where
The Hayes from
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere

The big Apple
Everybody come at you
Everywhere is a jungle
So be expecting The bad news
From the city that never sleeps
All you gotta do Is believe
Where most dream Is to get a key
Some give up And always leave
Surroundings will make you squeeze
It will make you Go crazy
Yea I lived it Take it from me
I'm from
Where Jeter became a god
And Michael Jordan was born
When you throw that Yankee fitted
The feeling that you got on
And you can't be From the city
If you ain't feeling my song
Shit be different You should listen
You'll fuck around Get a ticket
Standing on the wrong spot
Then trynna tell them You visit
Mad boys just mad noise
These little niggaz always
Running around Reckless
They lacking mad poise
But don't forget it
City of big dreams
Yea nigga I said it
Make sure you go out
And get it

Yo what's your name son
You ain't never put in No work
Ain't heard of you
My nigga where you Came from
About to blaze one
I be puffing the finest Of marijuana
But Dyckman is where
The Hayes from
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere



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Writer(s): Rodney Baez
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