New York, New York, New York, New York City

Whoa

New York, New York, New York, New York City, City

It's like jungle out here

So much struggle out here

And my dreams steal my rest

Sleeps the cousin of death

Always feels like a race against father time

In the streets of New York

All I see is street hoes

And bullet holes in my people

Only crime fills the brain

Feels like I'm going insane

The revolution has to start don't waste no time

In the streets of New York

New York, New York, New York, New York, oh

State of mind

New York, New York, New York, New York, oh

State of crime

New York, New York, New York, New York, oh

Big Dreams

New York, New York, New York, New York, oh

Big schemes

Oh it's like the game

Just ain't the same

Baby thugs and girls with no shame

Can't get away epidemic plagues

Every hood in every state

Don't have no reason cause believing's hard to find

In the Streets of New York

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

In the Streets of New York

New York state of mind

In the Streets of New York

New York state of mind

In the Streets of New York

New York state of mind

New York, New York, New York, New York City

Whoa

New York, New York, New York, New York City, City

Oh

New York, New York, New York, New York City

Whoa

New York, New York, New York, New York City, City