Native New Yorker Songtext
von Rampage

Yeah
I′m a native
Yeah
Rampage
Okay
Huh
Welcome to New York City
The home of the twin towers
Yeah
Statue of Liberty
Madison Square Garden
Whoo
Yeah
That's how we do it
All the boroughs
Brooklyn, Staten Island, Harlem, Queens, BX, Long Island


It′s the way that I walk, it's the way I talk
Huh, Rampage, I'm from Brooklyn, New York
I got a attitude, I don′t take no shorts
So creative, you call me a native
You do the wrong thing, find yourself in the papers
Daily News, robbed for your shoes
The city that never sleeps, respect the rules
Every borough′s connected, don't get it confused
Yo, the streets is hustlers, the rich is Jews
And the game is run by Monopoly, too
Roc-A-Fella or Time-Warner
If you don′t pay like you weigh, the mob's on you, yeah

This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y′all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York
This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y'all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York


I′m in the middle of the water like Liberty
Rampage Lieutenant got the remedy
Find your plane, don't crash like Kennedy
Too many homeless in the streets, are you hearing me?
I'm trying to fight the power just like P.E
I don′t hustle no more, I sell CDs
I′m trying to sell my units just like E.T
I'm trying to light the city up like G.E
I gotta watch my back for them DTs
They wanna lock me up because I smoke trees
They wanna tax my funds because I make Gs
Plus, I′m off the block with my homies

This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y'all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York
This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y′all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York

The city never sleeps, mad police
Streets is no hope, we pray to the Pope
Every kiddy in the city wanna rap or sling dope
Every mother on welfare is trying to stay afloat
Any mayor get elected, I always try to vote
But sometime, God always pulling my coat
Do I elect this man? Now the city is broke
Puffy is running the marathon, now we going for broke
Russell was doing seminars to aware the community
The rap game is money, but it has no unity
Everybody wanna speak on this and that
We should all come together, I got y'all′s back
New York

This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y'all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York
This goes out to all my girls and crews
Throw your hands in the air, let me know if y'all feel me
New York, New York
New York, New York