know what i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i'm gon' clap
Niggaz, know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your mouth I don't care But if you get to close I'm
not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance
when shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I
life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin' nowhere, I done told you nigga I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin' solider nigga they not gon' like you I know, I
New York City, you are now rockin' with 50 Cent Are you ready? I said, are you ready? See you wit me nigga? Drop dead Paid for a hooptie but I wanted
quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money I
[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready
go back to Smith, I dissect it 50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck
head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I
off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick name change, call me tre when I'm snubbin' them billy when I clubbin' them Bop when I'm cuttin them n-ggas dying, I
North C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
I plan to take over New York and start expandin' Was Bob Marley singin' about tex when he sung, 'I'm Jammin'' Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo
C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' There's new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50
I'm from where I'm from Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga Comin where I'm from where I'm from [Lloyd Banks:] I'm from New York
M.O.P. [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to
a nigga want to, stunt [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year man, you know I'm so paid I