Songtexte New York ft. Remo The Hitmaker & Maino - Uncle Murda

New York, home of the trend setters
Remo the Hitmaker
Ah

We some real niggas
Hustling, doing what we gotta do
We from New York, New York
We came up from the streets, yeah
That's what made us a G
We from New York, New York

Yeah, hot winters and cold summers
Young killers with lost mothers
Diamond rings and chains on us
Came up dope dealing, do God love us?
When time hard we grind harder
Hear the screams of lost kids, Darnell Porter
Look at the pretty Benz that drugs bought us
Straight shots, miss beef and touch daughters
Look to the heavens, I hope he bless me
One finger up, do it for ST
Still winning, pretty women get knocked off
If I'm living, they can never write New York off

We some real niggas
Hustling, doing what we gotta do
We from New York, New York
We came up from the streets, yeah
That's what made us a G
We from New York, New York

I was 19 on the I-95 with an ounce
Big said New York niggas go for 20's down south
We go to anybody's state, open up shop
Try that shit in New York, homie, you get shot
Oh we came up hard, partner
My free lunch was Iran lobster
Drug dealers was our role models
New York used to be the state that everybody followed
You want that New York sound, homie, I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Papi ain't got no more bricks left cause I copped it
Took the work out of town and tripled my profits

We some real niggas
Hustling, doing what we gotta do
We from New York, New York
We came up from the streets, yeah
That's what made us a G
We from New York, New York
We some real niggas
Hustling, doing what we gotta do
We from New York, New York
We came up from the streets, yeah
That's what made us a G
We from New York, New York