Turn the motherfucking music up Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga 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 building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida Rucker game attender; with the bent parked On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Next to Spike if you pan left to right I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight With Cam, once again if you pan left the device It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm scrambling at night And it was, off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? (ya damn right) It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Yo Theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from the nine-m, straight "blum"! Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two on the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You get jammed with them jammers, blam with them blammers Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, Mink on the motor-cycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging is so much ice boo In front of sparks, body Castellano Block away watched by Gotti and Gravano It's "La Costa Nostra", someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught Midnight pit fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City I'm from 101, west a Hun' fortieth, this shit is live Fifth-floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, yet you from two-one That's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one Courage I synastry Got Brafman defending me 'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up Killa, I pinch that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tub You lookin' at rich black thugs that get that love And it won't stop 'til I get back Blood Holla at 'em Hov I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all niggas man, ya'll can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, Hoffa, Dash Get the fuck off our dick, no homo Pause, this is all I wanted to say for two minutes man I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)