Rents are dropping across the US

At the end of May, Ilana Freund landed a deal on an apartment in New York City where she will be attending graduate school. She and her roommate signed a lease on a two-bedroom apartment in the West Village for $4,995 a month. It was a significant discount: Similar apartments in the building were going for around $5,300 before the pandemic took hold, according to the listing agent.

Young leaders in New York seek police and community reform

Amid nationwide protests, young leaders in New York have formed a coalition focused on education and next steps for black youth in their city. The group, Strategy for Black Lives, is set on helping New York City’s youth lobby their elected officials to affect change in their communities.

Vicki Lawrence – The Light On The Back Porch Door

I turn down the covers and I smooth the satin sheets
Pretending I don’t do that for every man I meet
And then I let my hair hand down and make myself smell pretty
With that special kind of perfume
That comes straight from New York City

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

The streetlight on the corner shining circles on the floor
The music from the Hi-Fi slowly drifting through the door
Softly then I’ll smile at you and take you by the hand
For a while I’ll make you know how good it is to be a man

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

Now we lie here in the darkness and we share a cigarette
Till it’s time to turn and softly say goodnight with no regret
I know there’s people in this world, who’d say "It just ain’t right"
But there’s no man who ever lived you’d trade places with tonight

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

Kesha – Never Know ‘Bout Love (Trashy Boy) Lyrics

[Intro]
You’ll never know ’bout love, you’ll never know ’bout love
You’ll never know ’bout love ’till you try, wanna try?
You’ll never know ’bout love, you’ll never know ’bout love
You’ll never know ’bout love ’till you try, wanna try?

[Verse 1]
Trashy boy, digging my scruffy face
You got my body moving, scratching your shitty bass
You know you’re (warning, warning) going to waste
Meet me, side street, New York City, rewind
(Don’t tell daddy)

[Chorus]
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (I’m a trashy boy)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)

[Verse 2]
I want to rendezvous with you
I want to rendezvous with you (wanna try?)
Misfit, looking like a communist
You’re just a bad habit, kicking myself to kick
You got to keep it down and make it quick
I’ll be your kitten and lap you up
Like you’re a bowl of cream

[Chorus]
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (I’m a trashy boy)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)

[Bridge]
You’ll never know ’bout love, you’ll never know ’bout love
You’ll never know ’bout love ’till you try, wanna try?
You’ll never know ’bout love, you’ll never know ’bout love
You’ll never know ’bout love ’till you try, wanna try?

[Outro]
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)
You’re, you’re, you’re (trashy)
A trashy boy (wanna try?)

Lauv – I Like Me Better

[Verse 1]
To be young and in love in New York City
To not know who I am but still know that I’m good long as you’re here with me
To be drunk and in love in New York City
Midnight into morning coffee
Burning through the hours talking

Damn…

[Chorus]
I like me better when I’m with you
I like me better when I’m with you
I knew from the first time, I’d stay for a long time cause
I like me better when I’m with you

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what it is but I got that feeling
Waking up in this bed next to you swear the room
Yeah it got no ceiling
If we lay, let the day just pass us by
I might get to too much talking
I might have to tell you something…

Damn…

[Chorus]
I like me better when I’m with you
I like me better when I’m with you
I knew from the first time, I’d stay for a long time cause
I like me better when I’m with you

[Bridge]
Stay awhile stay awhile
Stay here with me
Stay awhile stay awhile, oh
Stay awhile stay awhile
Stay here with me
Lay here with me

[Chorus]
I like me better when I’m with you
(yes I do, yes I do, babe)
I like me better when I’m with you
(oooh noooooo)
I knew from the first time, I’d stay for a long time cause
I like me better when I’m with you

(I like me, I like me)
(Look who you made me, made me, oh nooooo)
Better when
I like me better when i’m with you

Maille – Riles lyrics

Lyrics Riles – Maille

I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just maille, maille, maille
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee.

Paint the picture,
Think about it everyday until it’s eats you
Until your life is just a way to smack that vision
Blind like a racer, don’t look beside you
Keep on runnin’ without caring ‘bout the opponent
40 songs later I’m outside my content
All around the world my city I represent
I figured out I’m the first and the last one
Hey man, brake it down
We want to spend time with ya
I don’t spend it anymore, my clock account is overdrawn
Hey sis’, versuri-lyrics.info
Never quit
They know who your brother is
You gon’ be exposed to lotta hypocrisy
Watch your friends.

I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just mailleee, mailleee, mailleee.

Checks on the flight
Arrested 3 times
Interrogations, my look is not right
Scars on my face
Afraid of my name
Why you here for?
B***h I’m here to f**k the game, up
Feeling wassup
Rilèsundayz’s location moving fast
Yet, still
Me behind me
Fire the engineer cuz I am mine
Thinking ‘bout every move before I sign
It is a game of chess, not a Simon
I’m not impressed by your racks or your mics
Man, I’d rather my mix, even if I go blind
Who the f**k is ‘front my face?
Work with him so talk like this
Got a really pretty face
But I won’t remember the name
Who the f**k is on my dick?
Ouh you’re trynna be my friend
I’m to paranoid, you’re too nice
There’s something hidden thereee.
Riles lyrics
Video Riles

Why – Sabrina Carpenter lyrics

Lyrics Sabrina Carpenter – Why

You like New York City in the daytime
I like New York City in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing along.(why)

I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change.

Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
We don’t even know whyyy, no nooo
We don’t even know whyyy, no no noooo.

Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know.

I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change.

Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
You can call it fire and ice versuri-lyrics.info
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
We don’t even know whyyy, no no
We don’t even know whyyy, no no nooo.

Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine

Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy (and we don’t even know whyyy, whyyy)
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy (and we don’t even know whyyy)
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy
(cause we work so well and we don’t even know whyyy, whyyy)
We don’t even know whyyy, no no
We don’t even know whyyy, no no nooo.

Sabrina Carpenter lyrics
Video Sabrina Carpenter

SABRINA CARPENTER – Why lyrics

You like New York City in the daytime
I like New York City in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep them all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing along

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no-no-no
And you don’t ask for me to change

[Chorus]
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars cross right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no-no
We don’t even know why, no-no-no

[Post-Chorus]
[?]

[Verse 2]
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sitting by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no-no-no
And you don’t ask for me to change

[Chorus]
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars cross right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no-no
We don’t even know why, no-no-no

[Post-Chorus]
We don’t even know
We don’t even know
We don’t even

[Bridge]
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we would be alright
Even our eyes are different colours, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we would be alright
Even our eyes are different colours, but we see fine

[Chorus]
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars cross right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no-no
We don’t even know why, no-no-no

[Post-Chorus]
[?]
[?] nighttime

VERITE – When you’re gone

Sitting in depression
Always carving me irreverent
If I pray the wayward lesson
But your mouth can do it better
Then some god who don’t speak

Fucking up my language
Make some words, we’re never fading
If you stay, say you’ll save me
You can take it all away
When you leave I’ll feel the same

I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

Baby take me back to New York City
Where the stars don’t ever see me
I can hide under the scenery of a saturated sky
Just some conjugated meaning
Watch the light drip down your face
And when you’ll leave I’ll feel the same

I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

[Instrumental break]

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)

Hot sauce – Young M.A lyrics

Lyrics Young M.A – Hot sauce

Straight off the top
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out.(hot sauce)

Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I’m already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my b*tch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, “bro you good?”
I’m like, “nah bro, let me hit it”
Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
I ain’t got time for this b*tch (I don’t got time for this b*tch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I’m just making hits
‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my b*tch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that’s the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
b*tch I got that hot sauce
So NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
Cause it’s all about my b*tches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don’t got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
f*ck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
OOOUUUUUU versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
You don’t got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauceee.
Young M.A
Video sauce

Young M.A – Hot Sauce

[Intro]
Straight off the top
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out

[Verse]
Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I’m already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I’m like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I’m just making hits
‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that’s the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot sauce
So NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don’t got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
OOOUUU
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
You don’t got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce

Ricky Martin – Livin’ La Vida Loca

She’s into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl’s gonna make me fall
She’s into new sensation
New kicks in the candlelight
She’s got a new addiction
For every day and night
She’ll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life
But she’ll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
She’s livin la vida loca

Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart
And she took my money
She must’ve slipped me a sleepin’ pill
She never drinks the water
And makes you order
French champagne
Once you’ve has a taste of her
You’ll never be the same
Yeah, she’ll make you go insane

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
She’s livin la vida loca

She’ll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life
Until you go insane
No, you’ll never be the same

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca

Pitbull – International Love

You can’t catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

I don’t play football
But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball
But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love

SpankJusBizness – Weight Up

[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator

[First Verse]
New York City got they swag back
Yea Fab got these niggas wearing dad hats
Heard Diddy run the city I need dat back
Find a bitie from ya city on my Snapchat
When you see that Teamjusbizness that’s the
Hashtag
Do like a Pharoe
My cousin call me hatep
And I’m from the city where them
Two planes crashed at
The same place the whole Wu-Tang
Got they cash at
I was Born on the same day as fifty cent
So you kno a Nigga thugged out militant
Hated on by my many men
Trying to get them M&M’s
Lox big and Kim been said its bout them Benjamins
Gotta bring jigga in couldn’t leave that nigga out he the one who showed me what this rap shit was all about
Listening to Dmx wheeling a bmx
Now I’m on hot 9 and they don’t want to see him flex
Woah

[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator

[Second Verse]
I don’t even know why niggas fronting
When They already know I’m not wit nothing
If shawty in the vip you know she fuccin
If shawty in the whip you know she fuccin
Woah
Get familiar With this cash cow
Milk the game for this money Then I cash out
Throwing shade cuz I made it
And they hate It
Prolly
Wishing it was them. Trynna spend they life savings
Yah
Good god
You niggas lookin like frauds
How you rapping I know niggas doing better wit a job
You was better off trying to sell hard
And tell them lil fake scammers I’ll pull his fuccin card
I don’t really feel like buying out the bar saw a brand new audermar I feel like buying that Tomorr
I ain’t trying to flex on em cuz I got a check
On em yea I got next on em pull up like sets on em uhh
Hook

[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator

Cam’ron – Welcome To New York City (feat. Jay-Z & Juelz Santana)

Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
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 fuck up

I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya 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 fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
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 three feet or eight-one
You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
In front of Sparks body Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
Midnight pitch fights, another 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 fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street
Got Brafman 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 the bitch back up
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
Holla at em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, 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 fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

You all niggas, man
Y’all can’t fuck around, man
It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
Probably own this city for two minutes, man
I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
Welcome to New York City

Hold on me – Mozzy feat. G-Eazy lyrics

Lyrics Mozzy – Hold on me

Shawty trynna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the moola really got a hold on me.

Yeah
I’m livin’ life like we ain’t promised tomorrow
Lotta dope smoked, lotta lotta gelato
Hundred band dance like niggas just hit the lotto
Got a greasy kid just to get in the condo
Backhand a b*tch for tryna bilk me with a condom
I can tell that you ain’t a gansta blood goofy with the ..
.., fifty thousand in diamonds just on my mama
Cautious when approaching a problem ..
You ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
Still .. with expired tags on it
.. whatever you had on it, yeah
I fell off but baby I’m back on it, yeah
I fell off but baby I’m back on it
I really think the money got a hold on me
I’m tryna convince her that she should hold for me.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the mula really got a hold on meee.

I think the money really got a hold on me
I followed the code OGs told to me
And the game was given, it wasn’t sold to me
These hoes give it up to me because they owe it to me
I came up fully, I’m in a different bracket
Five bands for the leather, I’m in a different jacket
Money tall as Shaquille, I just been tryna stack it
Play me the beat and I kill, I’m trying to attack it
This game is too easy, I do this sh*t in my sleep
New York City, we mobbin’, I hit the club twenty deep
Cashin’ out when I feel like, Gerald never been cheap
It’s not that serious fam, I swear it isn’t that deep, uh
I swear it was perfect timing
If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
The homies in black hoodies and beanies, they hella mobby
From Sac to the Bay, yeah you know that I f*ck with Mozzy
Ehhhh.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the moola really got a hold on me.

Yeah I think this money really got a hold on me
Niggas can’t get a hold on me
Now them niggas talk low on me
f*ck .. what you change, used to be broke homie
Now I’m bossed up, Louis V., ..
Ferragamo, Benihana, every night I’m bossed up
My lifestyle awesome, this is how it ‘posed to be
I don’t believe in luck, my blessings really got a hold on me
Money ain’t controllin’ me, but money is controllin’ me
The money .. I get the green
Devils get up off of me, help me get them off of me
I call these hoes, sluts and b*tches, and I drink up all of it
My mama said don’t let the money make your head bigger
I’m cocky as f*ck and I don’t f*ck with niggas
And I don’t trust these b*tches, ever since the word ‘gold digger’
My homie fell in love, I told him “No nigga, no nigga”.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night (but he ain’t listen)
She know I got the plug for the right price (ohhh)
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on meee
I think the money really got a hold on me (this money nigga)
I think the money really got a hold on me (sh*t will f*ck up your life, but it’s nice)
I think the mula really got a hold on meee.
Mozzy lyrics
Video me