[Intro: J-Formz & (AC)]

Oh shit, what's good A!?

(Coolin man, what's good with you?)

I'm just chillin man, you know, same shit. Where you comin from though?

(A meeting with the lawyer and shit.)

Oh, no doubt, no doubt. Yo, you got a light?

(Yeah, yeah, just hold that...)

Aight, come take a walk

(Let's go...)

[Verse 1: J-Formz]

We the home of the Rangers, the Giants, the Jets

The Knicks, the Yankees, and motha fuckin Mets

Dog, this city is the best, and it's even the worst

You could be sleepin in the dirt for speakin the wrong words

In the PJ halls, shit, all you smell is piss

Subways is puke, and people try and sell you shit

Round here, you got dough? You probably sniffin coke

Or poppin pills, but if you don't, you smoke

Either that, or you supplyin it

Cause we live to hustle, and if you got it, then somebody gonna be buyin it

In N.Y., you see a cop? He might be deaded in a munute

Why you think our area code got 187 in it?

But me? I just chill, I'm on my music shit

Writin about the fuck ups that's still doin it

You got birds that blow dick and pigeons with no feet

In the city where we too busy livin, we don't sleep

[Chorus: NExt 1dEr]

718, it's the land of the thug and the home of the brave

718, somebody always schemin somethin like every day

718, see them dudes on the corner? Yeah, they movin that weight

718, this the home of the realness, New York, New York!

[Verse 2: AC]

Your 25th hour is approachin

Your life's like a roach, and my folks about to smoke it

I need the power, my weed is sweet and sour

Ahead of my time, already rappin on top of the Freedom Tower

Blaze a sack, cold gaze, my hand graze the strap

718, they say that we created rap

Actually, we made the paper that made the map

So what y'all shiney motha fuckas got to say to that?

I made a track, sampled Rae, it hit the tapes like crack

So don't question the time I put in or gave to Stat

I show my borough love dun, that's why they gave it back

They say the island sunk, but at least it stayed in tact

Puerto Rican with a nasty mouth

In N.Y., fuckin bitches with they ass way out

Underground, I'm waitin for my last day

Until then, it's like I'm in the halfway house

Damn...

[Chorus: NExt1dEr]

[Verse 3: Kritikal]

New York City, I'm from it, and proud of it

My loud mouth runnin and makin the crowd love it

The Big Apple, everybody tryin to take a bite

City that doesn't sleep, never say goodnight

Not Jersey, but some red lights, could make a right

And barbers out here be keepin the tapers tight

Ground Zero, Itliano's eatin heroes

And everybody act like they carryin six zeros

Population: millions, cops killin civilians

Terrorists fly airplanes into the buildins

There's five boroughs, but everybody frogot

Like Wu-Tang ain't have Staten sittin on top

Can't front on the dump, man, you see us from space

Could bring it right back, all we need is one face

Lookin in the mirror, I already know who

New York City, a place you should go to...

[Chorus: Next1dEr]

[Outro: Kritikal & (J-Formz)]

(Araz, what up!?)

Yeah, New York City baby! Staten Island! Kritikal! Tha Dirtbagz! Formz, AC, what's the deal baby!?