Lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Yayo] My city never sleep, up in New York Models turn to stars, up in New York [?] up in New York Time Square stay lit, up in New York [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Niggas saying that NY hit [?] on the charts, and 50 still rich Diddy milking the game, Ciroc was a hit Harlem nigga with the marketing skills of [?] NY niggas set trends Dipset niggas set trends Never seen so much groupies on a tour buss The first time I rode Nasty Nas' tour buss And damn near cried when he signed to Murder Inc Ja was selling records, I was selling crack on the bench Ruff Wryders D Block [?] [?] DMX and Swizz Beatz How many MC's must get [?] Don't make yourself a mark, your soul get lift And when the ball drop I'm in a new drop John Gotti fireworks on the rooftop [Chorus: Tony Yayo] My city never sleep, up in New York Models turn to stars, up in New York [?] up in New York Time Square stay lit, up in New York [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] Niggas acting like New York ain't the livest city Acting like Nas ain't say I remind him of Biggie Mobb Deep had Shook Ones standing in the crib M.O.P. had niggas running up in niggas' cribs The Wu rolling 30 deep, on some grimy shit Puff and Mase dancing, wearing that shiny shit I'm stuck on that old Jay, don't ask me how come I prefer his old shit, I bump his old albums Reasonable Doubt, Hard Knock Life and the Blueprint Make me wanna just get money, pimp and shoot shit When Fab throw a party, all the hoes come out We ain't [?] on the couch, pouring Patrone in they mouth [?] wrote I'm a legend I was gon' [?] [?] pop molly and start sweating Talk wreckless, then appoligise when we press them [Chorus: Tony Yayo] My city never sleep, up in New York Models turn to stars, up in New York [?] up in New York Time Square stay lit, up in New York [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Nigga NY is everything, Diddy Bop, heavy bling Bright lights, night life, white right from [?] Moola is an order, shooters on every corner You ain't [?] tough, find your [?] and your explorer You come through flexing, leave with one shoe sweating My knuckles DJ, who want a 1 2 segment? You dealing with a real nigga from New York Trinidad, I don't know what the fuck you thought Nigga, my cake is OK, without that radio play Book a show date tomorrow, sell it out the same day I don't wait in club lines, niggas rush me in the party Can't even walk in these streets, without a [?] from somebody Yeah look at you cowards, looking sloppy Chill, my life grand, cause shooters keep it a thousand with the [?] Fronting, we'll pop a wheely like a brand new [?] Stretch [?] on the hill, with a round from out the Tommy I'm rapping for these streets, these niggas singing about a molly I'm still 501, these niggas yoga and [?] If I ain't in this booth laying vocals, then I'm probably In my pent house, poking on a mommy