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New York, New York Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

DJ Clue Desert Storm Angie Martinez Prodigy 

Live from New York nigga 

 

Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo 

They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at 

But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at 

Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York 

It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk 

I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!) 

Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake 

And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers 

And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother 

Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer 

From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be 

But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? 

I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money 

Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) 

We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan 

From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in 

 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The city, the buildings 

The big rotten apple, old timers and children 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

We trendsetters 

We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better 

We NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The latest fashion, listen 

We get our jewels from the Diamond District 

Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The brave, the great 

The Eastside nigga, the Empire State 

 

Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill 

We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin 

The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game 

How we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy 

My razor make your face ke-loid 

Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn 

We make heads turn when we step in 

You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you 

Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains 

Marquis diamonds all up in your face 

We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens 

In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? 

It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair 

How I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid 

Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now 

Y'all bitches bow down, to 

 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The city, the buildings 

The big rotten apple, old timers and children 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

We trendsetters 

We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better 

We NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The latest fashion, listen 

We get our jewels from the Diamond District 

Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The brave, the great 

The Eastside nigga, the Empire State 

 

Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse 

You try to insult me and my associates 

So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf 

We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands 

C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga 

We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was? 

Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through 

Silent murder, that's how we do 

 

Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out 

Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about 

Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me 

Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see 

I'ma be that chick you remember for life 

I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife 

I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge 

Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids 

I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis 

Sky's the Limit like Chris Wallace, you can't stop it 

Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice 

Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of 

 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The city, the buildings 

The big rotten apple, old timers and children 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

We trendsetters 

We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better 

We NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The latest fashion, listen 

We get our jewels from the Diamond District 

Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK 

The brave, the great 

The Eastside nigga, the Empire State 

 

Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn 

Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O 

Nigga 

Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga Holla 

Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Emi Music Publishing