(feat. Nas)
[Kevin Rudolf] 

In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes 

And fall apart in the seam 

Tonight 

That boy he used to bomb, 

From B.K. to the Bronx and it's the fortunate one, who dies 



[Nas] 

New York, we ready! 



[Kevin Rudolf] 

He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo) 

A few blocks for those who don't know (ohh) 

Down the hall punched a hole in the wall 

Bounced out, all are in control 

Certified son of a gun 

Learns life lesson 101 

Don't fly too high on your own supply 

Get burnt by the sun 



Coz in the city of dreams 

You get caught up in the schemes 

And fall apart in the seam 

Tonight 

That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx 

And it's the fortunate one who dies 



He was NY's talk of the town 

Heard out to the LI sound (okay) 

He started datin models and he figured it out 

He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh!t out 

Qualified sex machine 

No better than a vowed fiend 

She wanted a ride to the upper east side but he dropped her ass off in queens 



Coz in the city of dreams 

You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam 

Tonight 

That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war

(You ready, K?) (It's your man Nas here) 

And then he'd lift up his voice to the 

Sky (Take it straight through New York City) 



[Nas] 

Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown 

Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard 

I'm thought of highly, shoppin Louie, Gianni 

Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say? 

City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway 

Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age 

The illest city on the planet 

Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin 

We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers 

My footsteps of Scatman Crothers 

It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me 

Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos 

This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin right now 

I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down 

Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling 

Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton 

I'm fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings 

Now I'm writin for millions of listeners 

Critics who just don't get it 

They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us 



[Kevin Rudolf]

Coz in the city of dreams 

You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam 

Tonight 

That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war 

And then he'd lift up his voice to the 

Sky