In the city of dreams, You get caught up In the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy he used to bomb, From b.k. to the bronx And it`s the fortunate one, Who dies
New york, we ready!
He move from las to soho (hooo) A few blocks For those who don`t know (ohh) 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
Coz 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 (okay) He started datin models And he figured it out He used to be a nice guy, Then he cut that sh!t out Qualified sex machine No better than a vowed fiend She wanted a ride To the upper east side But he dropped Her off in queens
Coz 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) (it`s your man nas here) And then he`d lift up His voice to the Sky (take it straight Through new york city)
[ nas ] Yo, ok, 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 ceiling Then it`s a loud fool, Fifty-third street, right near the hilton I`m fightin the feeling 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
Coz 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
