Hook:
N.Y home of the jackers/
Stick up kids out for their taxes/

When you live in N.Y got dealers On the stoop selling blow/
Pimps got Prostitutes on the stroll/

Up in N.Y where they letting off shots/
hide ya chain and ya watch cuz you could get got/

up in N.Y where the good die young/
it aint hard to tell where I'm from/




verse1:
In the city that never sleeps/
With low lifes and a bunch of cheats/
4'5's on a guy who just got released/
Long knives that slide in a pocket crease/
Archives show it would be Wise for you not to speak/
You got ya dealers and hustlers you know they got rock/
we got real killers amongst us who let the shots pop/
the blocks feel like the summer the way the cops watch/
dice games on the same grounds where they hop-scotched/
an ugly picture but living here you have to look/
futures slipping due to decisions and actions took/
playing spades is the only time they'll grab a book/
creeping late night on the avenue to catch a jook/
but when you from the brook none of this is new to you/
you get accustomed to all the memorials and funerals/
just the long term effect of what Brooklyn could do to you/
and although its ugly at the same it is beautiful in.../

Hook:

verse2:
I'm from the place where everybody's a hustler/
But in reality everybody's a customer/
You violate ya body be in a dumpster/
Don't flash ya cake cuz these niggaz a touch ya/
so Do what you must in this world of sin/
It's dog eat dog in the world I'm in/
Don't trust a bitch cuz she'll turn you in/
Hanging on a threads end/
Guess they're wrong bout a bitch being a man's best friend/
overtime you learn not to trust/
Don't mix business with pleasure cuz they might combust/
Where niggaz bust at the cops just to feel that rush/
And if you seen anything it is not discussed/
I'm talking Brooklyn, NY, Bedstuy, Buck Town/
When these killers let off niggaz better duck down/
Born and raised till the day I die/
It's in my blood man I love Ny/

Hook:

verse3:
take a walk with me son so you could get a glimpse/
and you can see what spawns from all the negligence/
Show you elegance or show you where the ghetto is/
I'll take you to the top of the rock down to the sediments/
The bottom pit, at times seemingly is bottomless/
But what it seems to be is just a stream of broken promises/
Or we could hit the city where the boushy live anonymous/
See the different walks of life so you could feel apart of it/
a melting pot, and everybody splashing in it/
so if you aint here to win it then you aint gon' last a minute/
it's the school of hard knocks you gotta major in it/
if you wanna stay afloat man you gotta play to finish/
it's the bottom line if you don't do it it'll cost ya/
I do by myself man I'm a lone walker/
I do it from the heart i aint just a smooth talker/
I'm a boss, signing off "MR. NEW YORKER"/

Hook: Ny......Ny.....Ny......Ny