*featuring DJ Clue & Prodigy
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[Clue]
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DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
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Live from New York nigga..
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[Angie]
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Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
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They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at
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But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
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Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
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It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
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I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
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Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake
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And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers
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And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
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love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
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from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be
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But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me?
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I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money
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Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah)
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We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
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From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in
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[Chorus: Prodigy + Clue {ad libs}]
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NEW YORK, NEW YORK
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[P] The city, the buildings
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[P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children
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NEW YORK, NEW YORK
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[P] We trendsetters
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[P] We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better
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We NEW YORK, NEW YORK
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[P] The latest fashion, listen
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[P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District
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Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK
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[P] The brave, the great
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[P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State
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[Prodigy]
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Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
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We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
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The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game
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how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
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My razor make your face ke-loid
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Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
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We make heads turn when we step in
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You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
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Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
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Marquis diamonds all up in your face
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We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens
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In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me?
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It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair
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how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
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Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
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Y'all bitches bow down, to..
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigy]
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Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse
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You try to insult me and my associates
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So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
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We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
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C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga
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We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was?
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Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through
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Silent murder, that's how we do
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[Angie]
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Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out
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Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about
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Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
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Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see
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I'ma be that chick you remember for life
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I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
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I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge
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Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
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I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
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+Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it
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Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice
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Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of
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[Chorus]
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[Clue]
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Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn..
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Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O.
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Nigga!
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Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla!
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Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that!
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New York, New York
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Angie Martinez |