Lyrics: [Jay-Z] Yeah, Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, Now I'm down in Tribeca, Right next to DeNiro, But I'll be hood forever, I'm the new Sinatra, And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere, Yeah they love me everywhere, I used to cop in Harlem, All of my dominicanos Right there up on broadway, Brought me back to that McDonalds, Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street, Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, Cruising down 8th street, Off white lexus, Driving so ...
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