Song: Welcome To New York City ~~ 2002 ~~ 3:24
Artist: Cam’ron featuring Jay-Z and Juelz Santana
LP/CD: Come Home With Me ~~ Roc-A-Fella ~~ 2002

Turn the motherf***in’ music up
(Just blaze, man, you owe me, n****)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State
Home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquaters
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam
Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the f*** up

I’m a B.K. brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I’m breakin’ to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ‘em to Florida
Ruetger game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knicks game, big chain and all my splendor
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you payin’ ???
You’ll be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m ramblin’ on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m sramblin’ at night
And it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Yeah, you damn right)

It’s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell ‘em
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Y’all f***in’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothin’ left to savor
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Yo’, there’s a war goin’ on outside, no man is safe from
It don’t matter if you 3 feet or 8’1”
You’ll get eight from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon crack, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two on the waist, two on the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It’s hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta
You really think you know what life do, mink on the motorcycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blingin’ is so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It’s la costra nostra, someone close approach you
They’ll toast you, gopher, bread loaf you chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up your fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him ‘fore he watch you, Killa

(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

It’s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell ‘em
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Y’all f***in’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothin’ left to savor, uh
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Listen, yo’
I’m from 101, west to 140th, this s*** is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, District 5
You on 22nd, you from 21
That’s on Lennox, 7th Ave. was News 1

Coverage at Center Street
Got Roc-A-Fella defendin’ me
‘Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, “Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club”
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a b**** to back up

Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin’ at rich black thugs that get that love
And won’t stop till I get back blood
Holler at ‘em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
N****s’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holdin’
Wet n****s up like the Johnny pump is open
Homey, I play hard

It’s the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell ‘em
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Y’all f***in’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothin’ left to savor, uh-huh
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Uh-huh
Y’all n****s, man, y’all can’t f*** around, man
It’s the ROC, b****, Killa, my n**** Jigga, Sigel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holler, Dash
Get the f*** off our d***s
I own this s*** right now man, I ain’t goin’ nowhere

(Welcome to New York City)

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: July 7, 2002