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Intro (Samples):

New York, New York (New York, New York)
And you say New York City (Louder!)
My city, my home
Watch out! We run New York! (New York City)
My city, my home (New York, New York)
And you say New York City
New York
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh, ahh, ahh

Verse 1 (Iron Solomon):

I’m from the home of the hustler, born with a mean mug//
Talk fast and we walk fast, keep up//
Step with a different rhythm//
Try to make the most of what little we been given by the city that we live in//
Where the Wall Street intellect and street smarts intersect//
And “dog eat dog”‘s the law that’s in effect//
Tryin’ to get even for the odds that we overcomin’//
So we can hear the sirens from the coppers but no one’s runnin’//
No matter what we facin’ we don’t turn a cheak// (Bo!)
The highest currency is courage in these urban streets// (Bo!)
We in-a-gadda-da-vida where people poppin’ they heaters//
We never follow our leaders p-preachers prophets and teachers//
Where Lady Liberty’s livin’ but we ain’t gotten to see her//
I swear the cabs’ll run you over without stoppin’ the meter//
B-b-but you can never count us, even when we down and out//
With nothin’ to be proud about, still the people shoutin’ out//

Hook (Iron Solomon & Isaiah):

New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
City!
(Louder!)

New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
City!
(Louder!)

Verse 2 (Talib Kweli):

Yo, I’m from the home of the stick-up kid, we always show the streets love//
Talk fast, plus we walk fast, keep up//
I step over Gutter Rainbows, wishing I could give away millions like I was Maino//
You know how the gutter slang go//
If you listen to Big L, Ebonics was the meanest//
The bombers made it tragic, but we rose up from the ashes//
Like the promise of the Phoenix, I promise you we eatin’//
Won’t you stop bein’ greedy, we too hot for TV//
Panasonic or the Zenith, I roll with Brooklyn Vegans//
Just for lookin’ leave ya leakin’, central bookin’ at the precinct//
Since a youth I grew up in New York, I draw the parallels//
Detention that was jail, snitches is the tattle tails//
Epitaphs is racial, “fuck how niggas and the crackers feel”//
Its tragic how our whips got more gadgets than the Batmobile//
The inspiration for Gotham, the metropolitan’s rotten//
Stay on top of the problems, ’cause we comin’ from the bottom, got ‘em//

Hook (Iron Solomon & Isaiah):

New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
City!
(Louder!)

New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
New (my city, my home)
York (New York, New York)
City!
(Louder!)

Bridge (Iron Solomon):

New York, New York
Bo!
New York, New York
Bo!
New York, New York
Bo!
New York, New York

(Isaiah):
New York, New York (New York, New York, New York, New York)
And you say New York City
My city, my home (New York, New York, New York, New York)
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ahh) And you say New York City
My city, my home (New York, New York, New York, New York)
And you say New York City
New York
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh, ahh, ahh

Verse 3 (Iron Solomon):

As a teen I sold twenties, spendin’ my own money//
Steppin’ out my parents’ house the city was home to me//
In Riverside Park we would kick it after dark//
By the pier, with some beers, and the piff that we would spark//
Then run up in house parties and turn ‘em to our party//
The neighbors would call cops, ’cause we would get wild rowdy//
‘Nother night, ‘nother page written in life’s journal//
9 million stories in a city with 5 boroughs//
Different backgrounds but we came through the same struggle//
Dreamin’ of fame we wrote our names on the train tunnels//
Runnin’ ’round the city like rats in crawl spaces//
Catchin’ court cases for jackin’ North Faces//
Chasin’ the fast life, we know that its too short//
And breathin’ the air here’s like smokin’ a Newport//
My home is in New York like Biggie in Bed Stuy//
We live and we let die, the City of NY//

Outro (Isaiah):

(City!)
New York, New York (New York, New York, New York, New York)
And you say New York City
My city, my home (New York, New York, New York, New York)
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ahh) And you say New York City
My city, my home (New York, New York, New York, New York)
And you say New York City
With me in my heart
Weather I’m here or gone

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