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[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..

[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain t where you from that it s where you at
But where I m from, y all can tell, don t matter where I m at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
It s evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
Stop in Sicily and tell em they pizza fake
And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers
And I m quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
from growin up too fast, I m a rude ass bitch when I need to be
But I m cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me?
I never sleep like my city when it s time to get this money
Got game, spot game, so don t act funny (hah hah)
We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in

[Chorus: Prodigy] + Clue {ad libs}
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The city, the buildings
[P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] We trendsetters
[P] We gave birth to rap music, y all niggaz know better
We NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The latest fashion, listen
[P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The brave, the great
[P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State

[Prodigy]
Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
The bosses, we scare em straight, it s not a game
how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
My razor make your face ke-loid
Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
We make heads turn when we step in
You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
Marquis diamonds all up in your face
We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens
In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me?
It s P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain t fair
how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
Y all bitches bow down, to..

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Yo, we don t negotiate, we move on impulse
You try to insult me and my associates
So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
C mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga
We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was?
Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through
Silent murder, that s how we do

[Angie]
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out
Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about
Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y all can see
I ma be that chick you remember for life
I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
I m in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
+Sky s the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can t stop it
Comin through respect due cause I m the people s choice
Stop actin new yo, cause you know I m the voice of

[Chorus]

[Clue]
Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn..
Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O.
Nigga!

Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it s William nigga.. Holla!
Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that!

Well it s a long, long road when you re out there alone,
no matter what side you re on,
but there s a heart of gold behind the smile
and it brought me to where I belong.

Cos I d set my sights on finding you
and...

Imię króla królestwa zła
Brzmi ciepło Szatan.
Szatan:
To znak diabelnej mocy
Piekielnych ksiąg,
To jad i wąż,
To wieczny zew prawdy,
To noc,
To pierwszy bunt i proch.
Czarne zastępy dusz
Kpią z marności ciał.
Kapłanie króla królestwa...

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... etc

Ah, Ah, Yeah Yeah... etc

We are human, After all
Yes common, After all
(repeat)

Human, Human, Human, Human
Human, Human, Human, Human
Human, Human, Human, Human
Human, Human, Human, After all
(repeat)

Miss u

(Biggie talkin)
Yeah
Dedicatin this to my nigga O
We miss you nigga
Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle
Word up
Shit is real in the field
You know
Sparkin blunts to all you niggas
Word...

Oracle

The heritage of evil flows like a dark river
Terror comes
Terror, the call of hell
Weird power blows, the demon s day, the death s encounter
Sinister clang, tolling of the devilish bell

Locust
Locust
Locust
I spitted death

To a black crown
To it s blackness