In the city of dreams   You get caught up in the schemes   And fall apart in the seam tonight   That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx   And it's the fortunate one who dies   (New York, you ready?)      He move from LAS to Soho   A few blocks for those who don't know   Down the hall punched a hole in the wall   Bounced out, all are in control   Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101   Don't fly too high on your own supply   Get burnt by the sun      'Cause in the city of dreams   You get caught up in the schemes   And fall apart in the seam tonight   That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx   And it's the fortunate one who dies      He was NY's talk of the town   Heard out to the LI sound   He started datin' models and he figured it out   He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out      Qualified sex machine   No better than a vowed fiend   She wanted a ride to the upper east side   But he dropped her ass off in Queens      'Cause in the city of dreams   You get caught up in the schemes   And fall apart in the seam tonight   That boy would play his guitar   Like he was ready for war      You ready, K?   (And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky)   It's your man Nas here   Take it straight through New York city      Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown   Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard   I'm thought of highly, shoppin' Louie, Gianni   Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?      City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway   Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age   The illest city on the planet   Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin'      We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers   My footsteps of Scatman Crothers   It's just generations of style to get   Five luminous minutes with me   Interviews on how I flip sixty twos      This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now   I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down   Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceilin'   Then it's a loud fool, fifty third street, right near the Hilton   I'm fightin' the feelin' I had when I was lightin' up buildings      Now I'm writin' for millions of listeners   Critics who just don't get it   They try dissin' us, New York full of kings and queens   All the rest just mimic us      'Cause in the city of dreams   You get caught up in the schemes   And fall apart in the seam tonight   That boy would play his guitar   Like he was ready for war   And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky