N.Y.C. (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 New York, we ready! He move from LAS to SoHo (ho) A few blocks For those who don't know (oh) 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 Cause 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 dating 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 Cause 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) Yo, okay, my city, my town, my crown Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard I'm thought of highly, shopping Louie, Gianni Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say? City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway Ski masks and gun play my past at a young age The illest city on the planet Towers came down, Wall Street barely standing 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 living right now I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting 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 fighting the feeling I had When I was lighting up buildings Now I'm writing for millions of listeners Critics who just don't get it They try dissing us, New York full of kings and queens, All the rest just mimic us Cause 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