Extra bargains over here
A dollar fifty for two
Look at the bargains over here ladies
Ladies!
Everybody [?]
New York, New York
This is the place to be
Turn up the sounds, turn on your ears
Cause this is Spyder-D
New York is just a great big stage
Where everyone has a part to play
You'll find everything you might need
From one to ten, from A to Z
And from side to side, from place to place
New York is full of every race
And if you got big cash you can buy the world
From automatic guns to pretty girls
It's got skyscrapers and sites to see
It's got everybody wantin' to be an MC
And you might see if there's anything
Like a bank getting robbed or a pocketbook sting
But don't get me wrong, it's not all bad
Cause you can have more fun than you ever had
We got the Yankees and the Knicks
42nd street and the Times Square tricks
Yound ladies, go see a play
Cause there's acts galore on old Broadway
And all of you from another land
Come check New York out if you can
But hold on to your credit cards
And if you got it like that, bring bodyguards
Because the Apple has learned to act tough
And sometimes it can get a little rough
But you'll be okay if you play it cool
Don't act like a punk nor a fool
Just chill on out and have some fun
This is the MC that's number one
So all you ladies open your eyes
You're in a contest and I'm first prize
I got wavy hair, a rap that's mean
And I always walk in a gangster lean
We got Larry Levan and DJ Jones
New York, is the rapper's home
We got Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five
Kurtis Blow, and Super Rhymes
We got the ladies, a Mercedes and Sha Rock
To help all the fellas to the very top
We got the Funky 4 and Bootsie T
Tanya Winley and Spoonie Gee
So all of you rappers, repeat after me
This is the rapper's anthem theme
The national rappin' anthem theme
For those in the club of a def MC
From the first jam play to the early light
(From the first jam play to the early light!)
An MC's job is to rock it right
(An MC's job is to rock it right!)
Rock it right and rock it well
(Rock it right and rock it well!)
Just move your mouth like Howard Cosell
(Just move your mouth like Howard Cosell!)
From park to park, from place to place
You gotta rock the house at a steady pace
So rap it right and rap it good
Rap it so your rhymes are understood
Handle the mic with finesse and ease
And feel your pockets with green money
So when you take the microphone in your hand
Just make the people get up and dance
We have blackouts and plenty of crimes
We got the Fatback Band and Chic's Good Times
We got moped bikes and transit strikes
We got everybody dancin' when I'm on the mic
We've had a crazy man called the Son of Sam
And Earl Monroe, the hoopster pro
We got Frankie Crocker on radio
This is Spyder D with my MC show
We got Madison Square Garden too
Or the Paradise Garage to rock so you can boogaloo
We got the feelin', Harlem too
Let me rap about my homeboy before I'm through
The place I'm from is Jamaica Queens
It's got fly girls like you never seen
Jamaica Avenue is where I stay
That's where I rest my head at the end of the day
The Henderson Crew is the name of my gang
Ya see we chill the most but we decide to hang
But when the sucker other brothers act real ill
We put 'em in check cause [?] win the deal
We got Patty Riggs and Clydie C
Wally Wal and my mellow Big Lee
We got Kenny Coup to rock the hoop
And Frenchie Pat and Barry P The Cat
We got Big E to the early light
We got Spyder-D rappin' on the mic
We got Shaheim, Raheim and [?]
[?], [?] and Mellow [?]
[Long bridge]
Let me hear you Brooklyn and the Bronx
Let me hear ya Manhattan while I sing my song
Let me hear you islands, of Staten and Long
Let me hear you ladies if you think you're on
(Yeeeeah!)
We got Crown Heights, [?], Vaughn Mason and Crew
Stephanie Mills, and GQ too
We got Disco 92 and WBLS
When it come, to music, New York's got the best
We got W-W-R-L
With Gary Byrd to rock it well
We got New York City all night long
The Big Apple, to the break of dawn
We got little Spider C and Kid Flash
We got Spyder-D makin' cold-cold cash
We got [?] and Tom Brown
Frontin' for Jamaica with his sure shot talent
We got the World Trade Center and the Bronx Zoo
The fellas on [?] and Hollis Avenue
We got the Brothers King and Cousin Lou
And Sam [?] and they rock the hoop
We got Fort Apache and Brownsville
Young boys drivin' new Sevilles
We got the West Side and Cambria Heights
We got the cops and robbers in a subway fight
C'mon New York, do the Big Apple rap
Do it like this and do it like that
Let's go New York with your cold street life
Forget about the poverty, stress and strife!
Forget about the roaches and the rats
Cause life ain't easy and that's a fact
Forget about the muggers, rapists, and guns
Everybody, this is the time for fun
We got Cypher Sounds, Infiniti Machine
We got Reggie Reg, mixin' clean
We got stickup kids, doin' their thing
Snatchin' gold and diamond rings
New York, New York
I say what you wanna do?
This is Spyder-D, on the mic, rappin' just for you
We got New York Boulevard
We got Bed-Stuy and Central Park
We got Ashford and Simpson too
We got me and the groove makin' you move
We got EJ and his funk machine
We got Run Hunt and Ronnie Green
We got ebony sounds to the break of day
Homeboys from around my way
We got DJ Herc [?]
We got brothers scramblin' around the clock
We got homeboys on Rikers Isle
We got AJ [?] with the latest style
Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens
I'm Spyder-D on the scene
And I'll spin my web of reason and rhyme
Like a superhero, I'm right on time
To rock New York with my disco beat
A-c'mon pretty mama let me see you freak
A yes yes y'all, ya don't stop
Keep on to the sure shot
We got the Giants, Jets, and the Mets
We got Corona
Fort Green
Hempstead
Park Ave
Far Rock
South Side
Crown Heights
Uptown
East Side
South Bronx
New York
New York
New York
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