Turn the motherfuckin' 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 headquarters   (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)      Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov   Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn   Harlem World, stand the fuck up   (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)      I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer   Pure coke copper, get your order up   I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer   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 frontin' center   At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor      Next to Spike an' be panned left to right   I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight   But damn once again if you pan left at the ice   If you the man that write checks   With the hand that don't write      I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic   An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night   An' 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 bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City   Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster   Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City      Yo, there's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from   It don't matter if you three feet or eight one   You'll get eight from me, nine an' straight blown   Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one      Carry eight guns, two in the trunk   Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you   You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers   It's hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta      You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle   Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice   In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano   Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano      It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya   They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur   Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort   Jay puff shine, cases was caught      Midnight pick fights, they love a victim   Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, 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 bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City   Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster   Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City      I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live   Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five   You're on 22nd, hit you from 2 1   That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One      Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me   'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary   The 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      I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug   Lay up in a pitch black tug   You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love   An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov      I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park   Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark   That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'   Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open   Homie, I play hard      It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers   We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City   Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster   Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but   Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City      Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man   It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans   (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)      Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks   [Incomprehensible]   (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)   I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere   Welcome to New York City