Lyrics : Carter, Giles, Smith
Music : Cameron Giles & Justin Smith & Shawn Carter
Turn the mother****ing music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me b***h
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)
I'm a B K  brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper  get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rugged game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk
With the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
At the Knick game  big chain and all my splender
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison S****e  catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you 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 srambling at night
And if It's
Off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City  right Cam
Ya damn right
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 **** with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City  welcome to New York City
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 me  nine and straight blown
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 can jam with them jammers  blam with them blammers
It's hot here  ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do  make wanna mold the cycle
Drinkers they so delightful  blinging with so much ice
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 with shofer
Old coke they raise up and snort  blayze up ya fort
Jay puff s*ine  cases was caught
Midnight pick fights  they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you  Killa
Welcome to New York City  welcome to New York City
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 **** with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City  welcome to New York City
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  you from two-one
Thats on Lennox  7th ave was news one
Coverage I synethestry
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 b***h to pack up
Killa  I pinch that button  I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won't stop till I get back blood
Holla at em Hov
I'm from Flus*ing  Marcy  Notia  Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet mother****ers up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie  I play hard
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 **** with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City  welcome to New York City
Yall **** man  yall can't **** around man
It's the ROC b***h  Killa  my nigga Jigga  Sigel  Beans
Diplomats man  holla  Dash
Get the **** off our d**k
I own this shit right now man  I ain't going nowhere
Welcome to New York City