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Gangs of New York Song Lyrics
Gangs of New York by The Game [Verse 1: The Game]
Walkin’ outta JFK in my all black Champion hood
7 5/8 Yankee fitted, what’s good?
Hop in the Range Rover with Styles P and Kiss
Roll the window down while I’m lightin’ my spliff
Turn on Hot 97 and I cock my brim
Razor blade in my cheek, got a snub in my Timbs
And I’m feelin’ like M.O.P
Diddy run the city but {?} where the crown stay
Just like you carry him through Brooklyn
Them Queensbridge killers still got shook ones
On the FDR weavin’ through traffic
And the homie Nas know I’m still bangin’ Illmatic
Like it’s ’94 I reign supreme like the crime lords
City arms raised like the Phantom suicide doors
Flip Mode, Terror Squad, Bird Gang, D-Block
Just a few of my niggas but you might know em by the

[Hook]
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs of New York!

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
This is somethin’ you had to get used to, truthful
Me? I’m neutral, but I’ll still shoot you
Jumpin’ out the Jag with a rocket
Na, I ain’t thinkin’ about the flag in your pocket
Cock it, never was a thing to pull it
I bang for real, meaning I do my thang with bullets
So I can’t sleep ’til I know it’s your memorial
Usually over a b**ch, but this is territorial
Turf war, knife wounds they hurt more
Come in the building, you won’t make it past the first floor
These young niggas is poppin’ on sight
Ghetto birds, all you hear is the choppers all night
And “Who got shot?”, “Who got stabbed?”
Either that or “Who got knocked?”, “Who got bagged?”
Outside the ratchets, inside is the hawk
Real talk is what it is, The Gangs of New York
What?

[Hook]
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs in New York
Gangs of New York!
Gangs of New York!
Gangs of New York!

[Verse 3: Jim Jones