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  • Текст песни Cam'ron feat. Jay-Z - Welcome to NYC

    Исполнитель: Cam'ron feat. Jay-Z
    Название песни: Welcome to NYC
    Дата добавления: 19.05.2016 | 07:35:32
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    [Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
    [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
    [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
    Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
    Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
    Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
    Brooklyn, Harlem World
    (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
    Stand the fuck up!

    [Jay-Z]
    I'm a B.K. brawler
    Marcy projects hallway loiterer
    Pure coke copper, get your order up
    I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore
    It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
    Rugged game attender
    With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
    I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
    At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
    Match the spike and the pen left to write
    I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
    But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
    If you 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 go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
    And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
    But we from New York City, right Cam?
    ([Cam:] Ya damn right)

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
    Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    [Cam'Ron]
    Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
    It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
    You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown
    Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
    Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
    Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
    You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
    It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
    You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle
    Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
    In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
    Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
    It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
    They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
    Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort
    Jay puff shine, cases was caught
    Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
    Watch him fore he watch you, Killa

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
    Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    [Cam'Ron]
    I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
    Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
    You're on 22nd, you from two-one
    Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one

    [Jay-Z]
    Coverage I synethestry
    Got rise from defending me
    Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary
    The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
    But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

    [Cam'Ron]
    Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
    Lay up in a pitch black tug,
    You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love
    And we won't stop til I get back blood
    Holla at em Hov

    [Jay-Z]
    I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
    Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
    Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
    Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
    Homie, I play hard

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still banging, we never los
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