Juice Magazin - Welcome to New York City lyrics

Intro: Jay-Z & [Cam'Ron] Turn the motherf**in' music up Just Blaze, man, you owe me n***a 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, k**a Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Stand the f** up [Verse 1: 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 Ford Explorer 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 But damn once again if you pan left at the 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 go 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) [Hook: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin', we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all f**in' with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, there's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from the 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 get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool In front of Sparks body Castellano Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano It's la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught Midnight pitch fights, another victim Watch him fore he watch you, k**a Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Hook] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin', we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all f**in' with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Verse 3: Cam'ron & Jay Z] I'm from 101, west a Hund 40th, this sh** is live 5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5 You're on 22nd, hit you from two-one That's on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One Coverage at Centre Street Got Brafman defendin' 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 b**h back up k**a, I pinch that bu*ton, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tub You lookin' at rich black thugs to 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 n***as'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet n***as up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Hook] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin', we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all f**in' with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Outro: Cam'Ron] You all n***as, man Y'all can't f** around, man It's the ROC b**h, k**a My n***a Jigga, Siegel, Beans Diplomats, man, holla, Dash Get the f** off our dick - no h*mo Probably own this city for two minutes, man I own this sh** right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City