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点击复制JAY-Z、Gil Scott-Heron - NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) (Explicit)
Lyrics by : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter
Composed by : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter
Yeah
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn
Now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro
But I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere yeah
They love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem hola my Dominicanos
Dímelo
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen
Like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow but BK is from Texas
Me
I'm out that Bed-Stuy home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say What up to Ty Ty still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from me
Don't you know don't you know
New York was killing me
Yes I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson
Tennessee
In in in in New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
**** I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue
But I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa **** home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab gypsy cab dollar cab holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair
They act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me
I gotta plug Special Ed I Got It Made
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo
I'm from the Empire State that's
Don't you know don't you know
New York was killing me
Yes I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
In in in in New York
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson
Tennessee
Lights is blinding girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse don't bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church end
Came here for school graduated to the high life
Ball players rap stars addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
Lord have mercy mercy on me
Yeah Lord have mercy have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson
Tennessee
Yeah Lord have mercy have mercy on me
In in in in New York