Welcome to New York City

Lyrics

[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) [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] 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 fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh (Killa, uh) Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Yo, Killa) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from (Word?) It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one (One) You'll get eight from the nine-M, straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one (One) Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two on the waist, two on the ankle, two to just spank you (Faggot) You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers Hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta (Minister) You think you know what life do, mink on the motorcycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging in so much ice fool (Bling) In front of Sparks body Castellano Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf ya chauffeur (Over) Coke they raise up and snort Blaze up ya fort, Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught Midnight, pick fights, another victim Watch him 'fore he watch you (Get 'em), Killa [Pre-Chorus] Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] 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 fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Listen, yo) [Verse 3: Cam'ron & Jay-Z] I'm from 101, West to Hund-fortieth, the shit is live 5th floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd (22nd), hit you from two-one (One) That's on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One Coverage at Centre Street, got Brafman defending me 'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit-Kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up (Killa) I pitch that bud and I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tub You looking at rich black thugs that get that love And we won't stop 'til I get back blood, holla at 'em, Hov I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the Johnny-pump is open, homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] 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 fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Uh-huh) [Outro: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man It's the Roc, bitch, Killa (Welcome to New York City) My nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans (Welcome to New York City) Diplomats, man, Hoffa, Dash Get the fuck off our dick, no homo (Welcome to New York City) Bullshit, whatever y'all wanna say for two minutes, man (Welcome to New York City) I own this shit right now, man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City