Artist: Apocalipps Album: Radio Takeover, Pt. 1 Song: Welcome 2 New York Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Apocalipps] Apocalipps, New Yitty, let's get busy [Apocalipps] Welcome to the Big Apple, money, and drugs, and shackles Around here, the youngest nigga'll clap you Wake your man up, he sleeping, throw your hands up If you a true New Yorker, let's go stand up All my thorough heads, let's get it crunk in this bitch Throw these out of town niggas what time it is How we go out of state with a couple of nicks Some guns and a click, then we all come back rich This is a big city, for big dogs, and big willies Where bitches walk around with big asses and big titties Fifty four elevens with the washing raps And they love to give head to the stars that rap But the niggas roll around with big cars with gats And they quick to get it on, and give scars and scrap Yo, who the fuck is this cat? Apocalipps on this track And let me introduce you all to the clip and the mack I'm next to the plate, you know I gotta rep for my state Might beat you with a Yankee bat, and then stop on you face I shove my foot in your ass until it break out Then have you shitting beef and broccoli for months, like bad takeout The oven's on 355, now take the cake out And let's do it, and we gon' grind to the crumb I'm tired of you bums, NY, we ride where I'm from And you cornball niggas not allowed to come, let's go Long Island, Y-O, BX, Queens Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island, what the fuck? [Chorus: Apocalipps] Welcome to New York where we start the trends Rocking Air Force One's and them Gucci Timbs You can tell by the chains that these niggas is balling And that's why all these chickens keep calling Welcome to New York where the gangstas walk And these fake thugs get outlined in chalk When them hammers cock back, boy, you know it's on and And cop keep busting til eight in the morning [Apocalipps] Catch me at Ground Zero, smoking a blunt, eating a hero I'm selling T-Shirts trynna get this deniro And the cops out here they always trynna nap me And that's why I wouldn't mind putting two in Pataki But nevermind that, Lipps'll give you something to see Now who wanna bounce to the clubs with me? Hold on, I hope your shoes is tight, your wig is right Cuz we all gon' get up in some shit tonight We gon' ride down to Club Speed, with some ecst' and speed Sneak in the back door with liquor and weed Or we gon' down to Club Cheetah, with the bad mamacitas But you gotta have Elvita's Or we gon' bumrush Two Eyes and Club Ivy Yo, up in Brooklyn Cafe, that's where I be Posted by the bar like my shit don't stink And pull a gun out on the baller, like let me get that mink Summertime is off the hook, catch me at the Rucker Shorty right there is bad, you laying game, you can' fuck her Since you uptown, you might as well go shopping And get the gear for tonight, cuz Jimmy's Cafe is popping We can't leave this place, cuz we always at stake State troopers pull us over once they see our plates I don't care what you heard, Apocalipps make it happen The only one to drop a bomb on New York since Bin Laden All my niggas locked up, tell the CO to crack the gate Attica, Clinton, Catsakky, Comstock, Riker's Island, get crunk ya'll [Chorus]