[Chorus]

You belong to the city

You belong to the night

In the river of darkness

He's a man of the night Yeah,

What the deal playboy, just rest your soul

I be holding it down yo still love the dough

Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go

Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow

Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame

Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name

You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns

And just like your spirit the commission remains

Niggas can cross the T's and, dots the I's

Now that I got too popular to cop them pies

I'm taking this rap *** serious, to my demise

Jay ***'s like cake mix, watch me rise

Basics in the basement, waste it

Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say ***

My hatred is, fueled just give me a sign

And I let the world know that the city is mine, what? [Chorus] Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find

I'm like a brain in the voice box, I speak my mind

About to redefine rap mami, either I'm

The illest nigga doing it or these niggas is losing it

I read a article that said I was ruining ***

But every time I look, I'm moving units in quick

So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split

And leave niggas with nothing but my influences-es

Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my ***

Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my ***

I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my ***

On the spot, *** coming back twice to ***

How real is that? My floss game, still intact

Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that

Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89

And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what? [Chorus] I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough

Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough

I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks

Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6

Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent

Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what

So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt

At the bar alcholing her up

I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream

A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth

Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name

I ain't a player get it right, I'm controlling the game

From now until they blow holes in my frame

I'ma stand firm, holding my aim, feel me?

I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime

On the low though, the city is mine! [Chorus]