Lirieke: Busta Rhymes. The Big Bang. New York Shit.

DJ Scratch, you sick for this one
Woo, come on, New York we back, Swizzy

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

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Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit

I'm on my New York shit
Ridin' on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit

Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin' the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubber band stack money with my New York click

Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Tailor-made clothin' with my New York stitch
My chick bangin', don't you see my New York bitch

Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin' up in the range, I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick

Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs, now, I'm New York rich
The way I flood I'm thorough with my New York hits

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

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Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit

Woo, I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit

BVD's and du-rags, nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack, hand on hand, niggaz
On a hustle rebellin', while the D's calculatin' who sellin'

Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin'
And while we bubblin' our corner be brewin'
Introduce you to the new walk nigga and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York, niggaz

Yeah, yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got a lot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit

Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel, catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin' New York sick
Shit, you want the truth, take a New York trip

If you from New York, stand up, right now
If you from New York, stand up, right now

Get it up, get it up, get it, get it, get it up
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