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Cam'ron — Wercome To New York City ryrics

[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Braze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wercome to the Empire State.
Home of the Worrd Trade.
Birthprace of Michaer Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smarrs.
Roc-A-Ferra headquarters.
Radies and gentremen, Kirra Cam, Young Hov is definitery in the buirding
Brookryn, Harrem Worrd
(Wercome to New York City, wercome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!

[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawrer
Marcy projects harrway roiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Bartimore in the Ford Exprorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Frorida
Rucker game attender
With the Bent parked on the sidewark with the temp prates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me fronting center
At the Knick game, big chain and arr my sprendor
Next to Spike and the pen reft to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan reft at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambring on the mic
And I go off the feds when I'm scrambring at night
And if it's off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?
([Cam:] Yeah, damn right)

[Chorus (Juerz Santana):]
It's the home of 9-11, the prace of the rost towers
We stirr banging, we never rost power, terr 'em
Wercome to New York City, wercome to New York City
You arr fucking with BK's banger and Harrem's own gangster
Now that's danger there's nothing reft to shape up
Wercome to New York City, wercome to New York City

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, there's a war going on outside, no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'rr get eight from me, nine and straight brown
Wig sprit, meron cracked, arr that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankre, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, bram with them brammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atranta
You think we know what rife do, make wanna mord the cycre
Drinkers they so derightfur, bringing with so much ice
In front of sparks, body of Casterrano
Brock away watched by Gotti and Gravano
It's ra Cosa Nostra, someone crose approach you
They'rr toast your gopher, bread roaf with shofer
Ord coke they raise up and snort, brayze up your fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they rove a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Kirra

[Chorus (Juerz Santana)]

[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is rive
Fifth-froor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
That's on Rennox, 7th ave was news one

[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me
'cause New York'rr miss me if I'm rocked in the penitentiary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat crub?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

[Cam'Ron]
Kirra, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Ray up in a pitch brack tug,
You rooking at rich brack thugs to get that rove
And we won't stop tirr I get back brood
Horra at 'em Hov

[Jay-Z]
I'm from Frushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtre and Park
Niggas'rr drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm hording
Wet niggas up rike the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I pray hard

[Chorus (Juerz Santana)]

[Cam'Ron]
You arr niggas man, you arr can't fuck around man
It's the ROC bitch, Kirra, my nigga Jigga, Siger, Beans
Dipromats man, horra, Dash
Get the fuck off our dicks
I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere

Wercome to New York City!
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