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[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the buildingBrooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)Stand the fuck up![Jay-Z]I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loitererPure coke copper, get your order upI bring em to Baltimore in the floor to sploreIt's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to FloridaRugged game attenderWith the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fenderI ain't hard to find you catch me frontin centerAt the Knick game, big chain and all my splenderMatch the spike and the pen left to writeI own Madison Square, catch me at the fightBut damn once again if you pan left at the iceIf you the man that write checks with the hand that don't writeI go off the head when I'm rambling on the micAnd I go off the feds when I'm srambling at nightAnd if its off the set I brought hammers to the fightBut we from New York City, right Cam? ([Cam:] Ya damn right)[Chorus: Juelz Santana]It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towersWe still banging, we never lost power, tell emWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York CityY'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangsterNow that's danger theres nothing left to shape upWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York City[Cam'Ron]Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe fromIt don't matter if you three feet or eight-oneYou'll get eight from me, nine and straight blownWig split, melon cracked, all that on day oneCarry eight guns, two in the trunkTwo in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank youYou can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammersIt's hot here, ask Mase he ran to AtlantaYou think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycleDrinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much iceIn front of sparks, body cops DilanoBlock away watch by Gotti and GirvanoIt's la costra nostra, someone close approach yaThey'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shoferOld coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fortJay puff shine, cases was caughtMidnight pick fights, they love a victimWatch him fore he watch you, Killa[Chorus: Juelz Santana]It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towersWe still banging, we never lost power, tell emWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York CityY'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangsterNow that's danger theres nothing left to shape upWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York City[Cam'Ron]I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is liveFifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district fiveYou're on 22nd, you from two-oneThats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one[Jay-Z]Coverage I synethestryGot rise from defending meCause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentaryThe judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up[Cam'Ron]Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thugLay up in a pitch black tug,You lookin at rich black thugs to get that loveAnd we won't stop til I get back bloodHolla at em Hov[Jay-Z]I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and ParkNiggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the darkThats why the Johnny gun I'm holdingWet niggas up like the johnny-pump is openHomie, I play hard[Chorus: Juelz Santana]It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towersWe still banging, we never lost power, tell emWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York CityY'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangsterNow that's danger theres nothing left to shape upWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York City[Cam'Ron]Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around manIt's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, BeansDiplomats man, holla, DashGet the fuck off our dicksI own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhereWelcome to New York City!more