[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
N***as saying that NY hit
[?] on the charts, and 50 still rich
Diddy milking the game, Ciroc was a hit
Harlem n***a with the marketing skills of [?]
NY n***as set trends
Dipset n***as set trends
Never seen so much groupies on a tour buss
The first time I rode Nasty Nas' tour buss
And damn near cried when he signed to Murder Inc
Ja was selling records, I was selling crack on the bench
Ruff Wryders D Block [?]
[?] DMX and Swizz Beatz
How many MC's must get [?]
Don't make yourself a mark, your soul get lift
And when the ball drop
I'm in a new drop
John Gotti fireworks on the rooftop

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
N***as acting like New York ain't the livest city
Acting like Nas ain't say I remind him of Biggie
Mobb Deep had Shook Ones standing in the crib
M.O.P. had n***as running up in n***as' cribs
The Wu rolling 30 deep, on some grimy shit
Puff and Mase dancing, wearing that shiny shit
I'm stuck on that old Jay, don't ask me how come
I prefer his old shit, I bump his old albums
Reasonable Doubt, Hard Knock Life and the Blueprint
Make me wanna just get money, pimp and shoot shit
When Fab throw a party, all the hoes come out
We ain't [?] on the couch, pouring Patrone in they mouth
[?] wrote I'm a legend
I was gon' [?]
[?] pop molly and start sweating
Talk wreckless, then appoligise when we press them

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My city never sleep, up in New York
Models turn to stars, up in New York
[?] up in New York
Time Square stay lit, up in New York

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
N***a NY is everything, Diddy Bop, heavy bling
Bright lights, night life, white right from [?]
Moola is an order, shooters on every corner
You ain't [?] tough, find your [?] and your explorer
You come through flexing, leave with one shoe sweating
My knuckles DJ, who want a 1 2 segment?
You dealing with a real n***a from New York
Trinidad, I don't know what the fuck you thought
N***a, my cake is OK, without that radio play
Book a show date tomorrow, sell it out the same day
I don't wait in club lines, n***as rush me in the party
Can't even walk in these streets, without a [?] from somebody
Yeah look at you cowards, looking sloppy
Chill, my life grand, cause shooters keep it a thousand with the [?]
Fronting, we'll pop a wheely like a brand new [?]
Stretch [?] on the hill, with a round from out the Tommy
I'm rapping for these streets, these n***as singing about a molly
I'm still 501, these n***as yoga and [?]
If I ain't in this booth laying vocals, then I'm probably
In my pent house, poking on a mommy