Kevin Rudolf, Nas - N.Y.C. lyrics

In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he used to bomb
From BK to the Bronx and
It’s the fortunate one, who dies

New York, we ready!

He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo)
A few blocks for those who don’t know (ohh)
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don’t fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
Coz in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from BK to the Bronx
And it’s the fortunate one who dies

He was NY’s talk of the town
Heard out to the LI sound (okay)
He started datin models and he figured it out
He used to be a nice guy
Then he cut that sh!t out
Qualified sex machine
No better than a vowed fiend
She wanted a ride to the upper east side
But he dropped her ass off in queens

Coz in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy would play his guitar like
He was ready for war
(You ready, K?, It’s your man Nas here)
And then he’d lift up his voice to the
Sky (Take it straight through New York City)

Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
I’m thought of highly, shoppin Louie, Gianni
Christian LaCrosse shades
What can a boss say?
City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
The illest city on the planet
Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin
We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It’s just generations of style to get
Five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
This isn’t my style
I spit what I’m livin right now
I’m out on the town
Gold bars shuttin it down
Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Then it’s a loud fool, fifty-third street
Right near the Hilton
I’m fightin the feeling I had when
I was lightin up buildings
Now I’m writin for millions of listeners
Critics who just don’t get it
They try dissin us, New York
Full of kings and queens
All the rest just mimic us

Coz in the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy would play his guitar like
He was ready for war
And then he’d lift up his voice to the Sky