[Intro]:
 Best things come to those who wait
 It's time to go get it

[Hook]
 I said I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me (x3)
 La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa

For my city, emphasis on my city
 You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
 You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
 Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?
 I'm so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
 Hope ya'll enjoyed your summer vacation
 I been on that medicine, all y'all sick patients
 Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
 I'm coming for the belt and I stay H'ing
 Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
 Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
 And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way
 Still spitting, I'm the city's saliva
 Want the keys to it like the designated driver
 Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
 Ain't gotta give me credit, I take cash
 (Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
 Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
 These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies
 But this ain't about old school, new school
 Cause my old school look better than your new school
 And I drive my new school like my old school
 Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
 In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
 The girl used to brain me, you love my old school
 Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
 I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
 I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
 But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
 Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
 She probably came back had a little attitude
 Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
 My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
 I done had a few, never use, had them new
 So I'm Pac, in a white suit, I Ain't Mad At You
 No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
 No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
 And I'm still here, I'm still here!
 I'm so New York that I'm still her

[Hook]