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Primetime, New York, New York
That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York
That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York
That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York

Yo, where you from, nigga? New York
When you come through here, fool take your jewels off
'Cause these niggas is known for bumpin' fools off
And they takin' over if your crew's off

You got thugs with machines, assault teams
Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh
People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest

Boriquas for heaters down to bust
And them New Jers' niggas is down with us
I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon
Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerebellum

We welcome, visitors with open arms and firearms
And sick terrorists with bombs
And when you slide through on the VI, son
Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time

Primetime, New York, New York
That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York
That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York
That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York

Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95
Stop, pick up your dogs, tell 'em, "Let's ride"
Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car
Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr

It ain't to far once you into VA
Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way
Keep your [unverified], so the man won't trap you
Now leadin' the convoy to the Big Apple

Tell your homies, "Fuck that thing" dip in the left lane
Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane
You in Deleware, you almost hear
The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there, right there

Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin
Get in the wind, you're under a hundred miles in
When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box
We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks

Primetime, New York, New York
That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York
That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York
That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York

Home, sweet home nigga, home team, nigga, home team
Your home nigga, your home nigga, come on back, come on back
Mash Out Posse, Firing Squad, ?99, baby ?99, hip hop, lock it down
One time for your mind, salute, salute, First Family
Primetime, New York, New York   That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York   That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York   That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York      Yo, where you from, nigga? New York   When you come through here, fool take your jewels off   'Cause these niggas is known for bumpin' fools off   And they takin' over if your crew's off      You got thugs with machines, assault teams   Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green   Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh   People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest      Boriquas for heaters down to bust   And them New Jers' niggas is down with us   I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon   Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerebellum      We welcome, visitors with open arms and firearms   And sick terrorists with bombs   And when you slide through on the VI, son   Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time      Primetime, New York, New York   That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York   That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York   That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York      Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95   Stop, pick up your dogs, tell 'em, "Let's ride"   Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car   Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr      It ain't to far once you into VA   Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way   Keep your [unverified], so the man won't trap you   Now leadin' the convoy to the Big Apple      Tell your homies, "Fuck that thing" dip in the left lane   Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane   You in Deleware, you almost hear   The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there, right there      Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin   Get in the wind, you're under a hundred miles in   When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box   We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks      Primetime, New York, New York   That's the place where the soldiers die, New York, New York   That's the ghetto nigga's feelings, New York, New York   That's the niggas that multiply, New York, New York      Home, sweet home nigga, home team, nigga, home team   Your home nigga, your home nigga, come on back, come on back   Mash Out Posse, Firing Squad, ?99, baby ?99, hip hop, lock it down   One time for your mind, salute, salute, First Family