How New York City Are You?

Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, Now Im down in Tribeca, Right next to DeNiro, But i'll be hood forever, I'm the new Sinatra, And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere, Yeah they love me everywhere, I used to cop in Harlem, All of my dominicanos Right there up on broadway, Brought me back to that McDonalds, Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street, Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, Cruising down 8th street, Off white lexus, Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, Me I'm up at Bedsty, Home of that boy Biggie, Now I live on billboard, And I brought my boys with me, Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives!

Lights is blinding, Girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, The side lines is blind with casualties, Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse, Don't bite the apple Eve, Caught up in the in crowd, Now your in-style, And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, The city of sin is a pity on a whim, Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them, Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, Everybody ride her, just like a bus route, Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends, Came here for school, graduated to the high life, Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, MDMA got you feeling like a champion, The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien! How New York are you?