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, Cit
