In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block Shooting at the opps Yo, Pierre you wanna come out here? All these hoes gon' flock (flock flock), when I drop (drop) Yo

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to in a new hiding place Feel like I´m looking at heaven´s door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoing down from god´s

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you! Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a

Sha la la la la Sha la la la la la la Driving in to Darlington County Driving out of Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Looking for some work on the county line We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Here comes the general Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor We are outgunned (what?) Outmanned (what?) Outplanned (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) We gotta make an all out stand

I love New York Get off my street Other cities always make me mad Other places always make me sad No other city ever made me glad Except New York You get off of my street I don't like cities But I like New York

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the