Imma up at Brooklyn,
now Im down in Tribeca,
right next to DeNiro,
and since i made it here,
i can make it anywhere,
i used to cop in Harlem,
all of my dominicanos
right there up on broadway,
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
these streets will make you feel brand new,
Big lights will inspire you,
Welcome to the bright light..
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