[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up

[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga

[Jay-Z] 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 headquaters.

Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building

Brooklyn, Harlem World

(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Stand the fuck up!



(Jay-Z)

I'm a B.K. brawler

Marcy projects hallway loiterer

Pure coke copper, get your order up

I bring em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer

but it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida

Rucker game attender; with the bent parked

on the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender

I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center

At the Knick game, big chain in all my splender

Next to Spike if you pan left to right

I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight

But damn once again if you pan left at the ice

It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic

And I go off the feds when I'm scrambling at night

And it was off the set I brought hammers to the fight

But we from New York City, right Cam? (Cam: Ya damn right)



(Chorus: Juelz Santana)

It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers

We still banging, we never lost power, tell em

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster

Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but

Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City



(Cam'Ron)

Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from

It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one

You'll get eight from, the 9m, straight blum

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 get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers

It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, mink on the motor-cycle

Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice boo

In front of sparks, body cops Dilano

Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano

It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya

They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf ya chauffeur

Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort

Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, another victim

Watch him fore he watch you, get em'

Killa



(Chorus)



(Cam'Ron)

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 two-one

Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one



(Jay-Z)

Coverage at center street

Got rise from defending me

Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary

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



(Cam'Ron)

Killa, I pitched that bud, and I gripped that snub

to hit that thug, Lay up in a pitch black tug

You lookin at rich black thugs that get that love

And won't stop til I get back blood

Holla at em Hov



(Jay-Z)

I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park

Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark

Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding

Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open

Homie, I play hard



(Chorus)



(Cam'Ron) Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man

It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans

Diplomats man, holla, Dash

Get the fuck off our dicks

I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere