Punchline - Native New Yorker lyrics

[Sample] "You're a native New Yorker" Official Jointz [Verse One: Wordsworth] The land of the materialism depending what you wear you can fit in Rich or poor, area stricken with theories of prison I'm sure you hear it through your stereo rhythms it's merely a mission To talk about ourselves, beware when you visit Jump inside, let's ride to FDR Drive, the 1-2-5 Head back down on the west side Five boroughs, Long Island upstate Never sleep, always up late There ain't enough space for this one state Busy and it's very crowded, the city is very rowdy It's where you wanna be that's why every record its shouted Women on West 4th, for talent we're the best source Some places you can't go without escorts Let's walk Cracked sidewalks, sewer smoke, cars They be rimming them up, potholes bending 'em up Clubs close when they want, no curfew Street vendors, gypsie cabs that you hoping won't jerk you Make it here make it anywhere Even the friendly fear it We got an attitude, we take it everywhere Time Square is where it all starts and it all stops Why you think it's here on New Year's is where the ball drops Gotta thank Frank Sinatra, thank Big Poppa for bigging up New York And eff the racist cops who check out plates and stop us Ignore the borderlines The planet is ours all in time Everything I do, New York is defined I'm... [Hook] Brooklyn, Manhattan Queens, Staten Bronx, Long Island Where ever you be lounging Make it here we can make it anywhere Yo, we keep an attitude we take it everywhere Hempstead, Uptown, Downtown, New Ro' Y.O., New York state of mind where ever I go Make it here we can make it anywhere Yo, we keep an attitude we take it everywhere [Verse Two: Punchline] Turn up the volume and listen to the place where I'm from A place where your life can end before it just begun A place where you can party all night Sleep all day A place where the cab won't stop like Puff say To get rich, some stick to the streets sinning To get by, some get high like the cost of living I try to keep my distance and always play down low With Sex In The City way before HBO It's the home of the place I wrote my first rap It's the home of the place rap was birthed at It's the home of the place I first started screwing Diss my town we run you out quick like Pat Ewing The street influence Make noise if you feeling me All lighters in the air just like the Statue Of Liberty Haters grilling me, but I'm not impressed Hit Sue's Rendezous to relieve the stress I just do me and keep my attitude moody We strapped, bump cats and don't say "excuse me" If you can't afford it, still flaunt it Can't call it That N.Y. bullsh**, we on it [Hook]