DJ Clue?, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Angie Martinez - New York, New York lyrics

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 growing 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


New york, new york


We NEW YORK, NEW YORK


Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK



Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live Mobb shit
Pullin up in trucks flossing
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 swinging
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

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 niggas 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, NYC and y'all can see
I'ma be that chick you remember for life

I got niggas sick trying to make me they wife
I'm in the 5 overdrive as
I glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses
Signing 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

Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn
Uptown, the BX, LI, Shaolin, YO nigga!

Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella
It's William nigga holla!
Hev e Components nigga, we built like that!