(Intro)

Oh shit

It's going down

Frederico
It's the home of the world trade

Home of Biggie Smalls

Home of Michael Jordan

Sean Connery

Big Pun

Big L

Shit

TB yea

Bitch!
(Verse)

Welcome to New York City, hip-hop's birth certificate

Home of the cypher, word for significance

We started in the streets, now we paid to do it

Try and bring heat, act a wayne, it's a different way to do it

`Cus now you slave in the home

We got the cold in a time, stop playin Jerome

You know that God's watchin, balls poppin

Probably hit Trinidad hard but not Hopkins, it's boxin

Right, you know Felix, Trinidad

I'm gunning after whoever I feel who licks Trinidad

Should offend me right, that's why I'm grabbing it

Because that emcee's like not having it

Wait, `cus you think that is no biggie

Yall gon say whatever and it's no biggie


Or `cus Pun ain't in attendance

Yall gon say whatever, no pun intended

Rest in peace Big L, I'm reppin as well

Stop playin with these bird niggas, Kevin McCall

Violate, I annihilate, specially if you say

You a act, Will Smith, you an enemy of the state

Maino checked you on Twitter, salute that's my nigga

That's how we all feel, now you gotta deal with the spitter

Frederico, I'm New York's slick talker

King Arthur of the authors, I'm hardening what you offer

I'm still a mystery

Might be the most underrated in rap history

Still put you through misery

I put in work for the statue

Don't make me drive everything so I can catch you

Things gotta change in this town

I don't care about politics, I'm holding it down

It's where it come from, this is how we spit it

New York City my nigga, never forget it