Jay-Z] Turn the [bad word] music up 
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me [bad word] 
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. [bad word] to the Empire State. 
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. 
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. 
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building 
Brooklyn, Harlem World [bad word] to New York City, [bad word] to New York City) 
Stand the [bad word] up! 

(Jay-Z) 
I'm a B.K. brawler 
Marcy projects hallway loiterer 
Pure coke copper, get your order up 
I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore 
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida [bad word] game attender 
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender 
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center 
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender 
Match the spike and the pen left to write 
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight 
But [bad word] once again if you pan left at the ice 
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write 
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic 
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night 
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight 
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Cam: Ya [bad word] right) 
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana) 
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers 
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em  [bad word] to New York City, [bad word] to New York City 
Y'all [bad word] with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster 
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up  [bad word] to New York City, [bad word] to New York City 

(Cam'Ron) 
Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from 
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one 
You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown 
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one 
Carry eight guns, two in the [bad word] 
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you 
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers 
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta 
You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle 
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice 
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano 
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano 
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya 
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer 
Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort 
Jay puff shine, cases was caught 
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim 
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa 
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana) 
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers 
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em  [bad word] to New York City, [bad word] to New York City 
Y'all [bad word] with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster 
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up  [bad word] to New York City, [bad word] to New York City 

(Cam'Ron) 
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this [bad word] is live 
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five 
You're on 22nd, you from two-one 
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one 

(Jay-Z) 
Coverage I synethestry 
Got rise from defending me 
Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary 
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?" 
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a [bad word] to pack up 

(Cam'Ron) 
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug 
Lay up in a pitch black tug, 
You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love 
And we won't stop til I get back blood 
Holla at em Hov 

(Jay-Z) 
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park 
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark 
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding 
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open 
Homie, I play hard 
 [bad word]  Juelz Santana) 
It's the ho