I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City
I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City [bad word] it [bad word] them out
Knock your block, or tearing your doubt
Move on corners, move around
Talk no talk, breaking you down

We are a corporation
We are [bad word] We cut high, but we're cuttin high anyway (?)
We are your mother's father
We are your fighter friend
You can't stop what you can't end

I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City
I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City

Broken faces, burnt and bent
Deal off some from everyone did
Ride on nothin', ride your head
Got no fear, sayin' not said

We are a population
We are a factory
We don't do, but we never did anyway
We are your mother's father
We are your fighter friend
You can't stop what you can't end

I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City
I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City

Oh, oh, oh oh oh oh, New York, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh

I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City
I love New York City
Oh yeah, New York City