New York City

Young Buck

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    No I'm not jay-z 50 or P.Diddy
    Nas or dmx or Brooklyn's own biggie
    I'm a dirty south soldier I hope y'all here me cause

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    Never met big l or big pun
    We only got big dreams where a nigga come from
    Even with the beef shit still look what I done

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    Here we go again!
    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
    Here we go again!
    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    I'm back still got my mac and my switchblade
    No love to them niggas actin bitch made
    It's 08 all I'm thinkin 'bout is gettin paid
    Big yachts mansions buyin real estate
    When young bucks got gun premieres
    So I'm invitin niggas to try some dumb shit
    Now all these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...

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    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    The streets fuck with me I get in their blood
    I give them reality rap an the shit for the club
    You think buck gon bankrupt kill yourself
    The only thing we all have in common is death
    The last one left like my nigga bun-b
    My son in the streets of the n.y.c.
    Even if I get caught and the fed's come get me, yeeaah!

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    Here we go again!
    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)
    Here we go again!
    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)
    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    Gotta take what's mine (mine) make up for lost time (time)
    My kind is designed for the grime (grime)
    We all wanna shine (shine) loyalty is hard to find
    You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign
    Can't hold him in the if you wanna see him ball
    Niggas build you up just to watch you fall
    Now all of these celebrity hoes wanna get me cause...

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    King of my own castle I'm a master
    Stop an I'll fly right past ya
    You know what I'm after
    Until I get captured
    When I'm in the casket like ol' dirty bastard
    Use to be a dream
    Now it's me on the big screen
    But my homie never saw sixteen
    So if I see pac when the lord come get me I'mma tell him that...

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord)

    (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord)

    (I'm so in love with New York City)

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