New York, New York, New York, New York City
Whoa
New York, New York, New York, New York City, City
It¿s like jungle out here
So much struggle out here
And my dreams steal my rest
Sleeps the cousin of death
Always feels like a race against father time
In the streets of New York
All I see is street hoes
And bullet holes in my people
Only crime fills the brain
Feels like I¿m going insane
The revolution has to start don¿t waste no time
In the streets of New York
New York, New York, New York, New York, oh
State of mind
New York, New York, New York, New York, oh
State of crime
New York, New York, New York, New York, oh
Big Dreams
New York, New York, New York, New York, oh
Big schemes
Oh it¿s like the game
Just ain¿t the same
Baby thugs and girls with no shame
Can¿t get away epidemic plagues
Every hood in every state
Don¿t have no reason cause believing¿s hard to find
In the Streets of New York
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
In the Streets of New York
New York state of mind
In the Streets of New York
New York state of mind
In the Streets of New York
New York state of mind
New York, New York, New York, New York City
Whoa
New York, New York, New York, New York City, City
Oh
New York, New York, New York, New York City
Whoa
New York, New York, New York, New York City, City

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