[Chorus: Black Rob]Can’t make it in New York... I dunnoCan’t make it in New York fam, I feel for youStop playing if the game’s too real for you[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for youSteal for you, kill for youCan’t make it in New York fam, I feel for youStop playing if the game’s too real for you[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for youSteal for you, kill for you[Verse: Black Rob]I lost money in New YorkMade money in New YorkLittle shorties had lost the grenades for me in New YorkRespect the haters lovе for me in New YorkAnd blood is thicker than watеr for me in New YorkI survived in New YorkSaved lives in New YorkGet too big for your britches, you could die in New YorkComing up I watch dudes get money effortlesslyAnd come through with them new whips, paper gameWriting checks in large amountsTake your life savings and your dough in your charge accountsThree card, Josslers and mobsters, dope fiends and dustheads, and rastasNowadays we getting money so cautiousShit was buckwil' back when Koch was in officeDude so lawless, y'all know steak and swordfish pushing Lamborghinis and PorschesAs long as there's a sucker born every minute, we gonna get itScrew the mayor governor, the president, us senateGuess we coming through hat low windows tintedYa l still do the do but I do it like Frank Matthews[Chorus: Black Rob]Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for youStop playing if the game’s too real for you[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for youSteal for you, kill for you[Verse: Black Rob]Uptown and downtown getting paper in two placesShit the phantom put tips on shoelacesRunning in new faces weed and blow wherever you goBlackjacks, kings, and acesEven in jail, my time went fast, cats talking out they assAbout hitting me with consignmentWhat? Talk’s of living all plush whenDudes came home fucked up came up work constructionWhatever talent you got you can apply out in New YorkWhatever you selling they gonna buy itI can’t deny it a vic is a vicAsk dudes pimping them chicks man, a trick is a trickMan's s'all gonna bring home paper to eat withOne learned how to do it sit back and peep shitI was a student before I became a teacherI know a preacher with about as much soul as a cheap pair of sneakers[Chorus: Black Rob]Can’t make it in New York fam, I feel for youStop playing if the game’s too real for you[?] before we steal for you, hit the streets and make a mill for youSteal for you, kill for you
