Prijevod: Suočavanje u New Yorku. We Are.
We are the young men, we are the desperation. We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety. We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door. Call
the fact we bad Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold
, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phone booth New York
Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientele
us any longer What you gonna do? We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later We have absolutely no option but to move forward We'
New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw You might see me in New
I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust New York and Philly are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is where my shit
Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?)
(Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born
we'd get together and we'd make a meal, have a community dinner. That was when we were lucky and then we'd play cards. We didn't have any signals 'cause we
press We got the software, hard drive, CD ROM We got the exploitation.com We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone The media, the message "You are what you own" We
t even consider them In the new millenium we killin them Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We
Things just haven't been the same Since the flying saucer came Now the aliens are on the loose Well, we tried to hold 'em back Tried to ward off their
home China, Holland, Belgium, Rio, Africa, Japan That's the way we live and we do the best we can Here we go on another tour on the road again Feelin
evening Headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay, now we workin' wit' it The boy Face on the baseline, Face Mob Welcome to New York City
came over To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range-Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here Nuttin' but the New York
d rather, get busy to the third degree 'Cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face
