DJ Scratch, you sick for this one
(Hahaha, hahaha)
Woo
New York we back!

If you from New York, stand up right now
If you from New York, hands up right now
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
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Yeah

I'm for my New York Knicks
Gotta rep the city with my New York Knicks
Yeah, I'm for my New York Knicks
Holler if you with me and my New York Knicks
Yeah, I'm for my New York Knicks
Let me hear your voice for my New York Knicks
Pull up, making noise, for my New York Knicks
Seek and destroy for my New York Knicks
Yeah, this for my New York Knicks

To make the shot, you got to snap your wrist
Papoose, Papoose, who nice like this?
I tatted the five boroughs across my fist
(Yeah, this for my New York Knicks
Ayo, Pap, who your favorite player in the cliquê?)
Brunson, he handle the rock like Chris
Your city is realer than New York? You wish

(Yeah, this for my New York Knicks)
To finally win a chip, that's the New York wish (let's go)
Jumping form the line, that's a New York swish
(Let's meet at half time and take some New York flicks)
Ah
(This for my New York Knicks) (yup)
Madison Garden, my New York crib (home)
Don't call me Gorilla NEMs, call me King Kong
And we still running through the streets yelling, Bing bong!

If you from New York, stand up right now
If you from New York, hands up right now
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Yeah

(I'm for my New York Knicks)
Yeah
City on my back, keep the blue torch lit (ayo!)
We back on the map, took an up north trip
Catch me sitting court side, something crazy sitting on the wrist
Yo, Bus, peep the fit
(This for my New York Knicks)
Yeah, flow too cold, looking New York brick
King of my city like the new born prince
Call me Joey Brunson, I got the Knicks in six

Yes, I'm talking how we pack up The Mecca
Wes and Leon, crazy how they grew up together
Ever since they came and got with The Knicks
And then took over the building
The drafts and the trades and it made the team better
Captain lefty running point for the movement
Big bodega addy improvement
Heart of the city, turn up the music
Introduce you to the new talk, homie
And the walk, homie
Connect the boroughs when in New York, homie
Yeah, yeah
(This for my New York Knicks)
You remember Steel and Marbury with the swish
They legends and [?] fathers of this Knicks clique
When they take they skullies off, we turn to lunatics
Yeah
(This for my New York Knicks)
Mixtape, [?], we in the mix
Five boroughs, honor the struggle, we got the grit
You better know we ready to rumble, 'cause this is it

If you from New York, stand up right now
If you from New York, hands up right now
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Get it up, get it up
Get it, get it, get it up
Yeah

Shoutout Brunson
Captain, JB
Captain Clutch, serial killer
Shoutout KAT, Dominican [?]
Big Bodega
Big KAT
And the concrete jungle
Shoutout Mikal Bridges
Mr, Eight Bridges of the City
Connecting all the boroughs
Yeah, yeah
Shoutout Mitch, plus, minus [?]
Shoutout heart, heart of the city
Shoutout OG, his name alone is a playground
Original grit
Deuce, salute
You got to big up Deuce
Lockdown events
Big salute to Wes and Leon, the Godfathers
Big shoutout to Vims
Timeless, relentless, aggressive
Big shout to the Knicks alum court side
Once again, salute the generals
Ewing, Carmelo, Steel
Marbury, LJ, Sprewell
Sprewell!
[?], the legend
John Stocks, Bernard King AKA BK
Willis Reed, [?]
Rest in peace Anthony Mason
Yeah
New York versus everybody
Who want the smoke?
Yeah