New York New York
The Game Lyrics


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Turn the beat up, yeah

New york, New york, wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New york, New york, good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who gon' have to pray?"




New york, New york
Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away

Overall Meaning

The Game's song New York is a commentary on the current state of society, particularly in regards to class and race issues. The lyrics speak directly to the violence and injustices that are taking place in America, specifically in New York City. The artist highlights the stark differences between the wealthy and the poor, and the racial disparities that exist. He touches on the fact that people are taking their own lives because of the conditions they are living in, and that others have been sentenced to life in prison for their actions. He also comments on the religious aspects of society, questioning whether it is Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ that people are turning to in a time of turmoil.


The Game uses language that is raw and unapologetic, reflecting the anger and frustration that many people are feeling in today's society. He speaks on the injustices that have been done to the black community, including the killing of unarmed black men by police officers. The song also references the confederate flag, and calls for the person responsible for a church shooting to be held accountable. The artist ends the song by reflecting on the fact that no one knows who is going to pass away or be killed on any given day, adding a sense of urgency to the need for change.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn the beat up, yeah
Let's get this party started by raising the volume


New york, New york, wake up LA
Greetings from New York to Los Angeles, let's start the day


Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
Let's also greet Chicago and make this a productive day


I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard that young people are killing themselves


I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
I heard that some young people got sentenced to life imprisonment


Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ today?
Who is being worshiped today? Farrakhan, Buddha or Christ?


She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She's on her knees because she knows what it's like to pray


She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
She became religious, so she prays twice a day


I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
I'm carrying a weapon; I'm not gambling today


When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
You'll have to pay the price if you have a bounty on your head


And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
It's dangerous in the neighborhood, so don't flaunt your jewelry


They locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
Rick Ross got arrested and denied bail


But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's 'oh well'
But when a white person shoots up a church, people seem indifferent to it


Oh well, oh well
This seems to happen frequently and nobody seems to care


Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Put him in jail and let him be surrounded by a symbol of his hate


Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Let him rot in jail for the rest of his life


Just remember who casted the first stone
Don't forget that everyone has a history of wrongdoing


New york, New york, good mornin' LA
Good morning again from New York to Los Angeles


Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
Also, say hi to Chicago and celebrate in the Bay Area


No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your face
I won't hesitate to be aggressive, like Steph Curry when he shoots


Cause I'm a golden state warrior strapped with a K
Because I'm tough, like a Golden State Warriors basketball player with a weapon


How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
How can we be free when we're stuck in a bad situation?


Some shit just never make sense like magic and aids
Certain things, like magic and AIDS, will never make sense


Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
It also doesn't make sense to discriminate against gay people


Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
There's a lot of traffic, so Obama must be visiting


Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
People are selling drugs today, just like they did in the past


We like roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
We're like the record label Roc-A-Fella, packaging drugs to sell


And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin' today
The song 'Dirty Sprite 2' is popular right now


We got these niggas boxed in like cassius clay
We've got our enemies surrounded, just like Muhammad Ali did


And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
I keep my gun in my Ferragamo belt


Cause the police killing too many blacks today
The police are killing too many black people right now


I wake up in the morning like who gon' pass away?
I wake up every day wondering which of my friends will die soon


Who gon' blast today? Who gon' have to pray?
Who will be forced to use a gun today? Who will need to pray for their safety?


New york, New york
A final greeting from New York


Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away
Unfortunately, my friend Haze and his wife were killed in Los Angeles




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jayceon Taylor, Nicholas Warwar, Stanley Benton, Cash Jones, Tarik Azzouz

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Jr Ryder

Game killed this. Better than the original πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

wigga D24 slim pauly

Jr Ryder i hear ya ryder

Money Sodhi

Jr Ryder right bruh!

Scania555

LOL

kawamikaze

So true

Darth Troller

Yeah, he spit harder than both Fat Joe and Jadakiss

EDIT: Jadakiss' verse was actually superior

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Sonny Blade

2021 still bumping this stuff‼️
Never die till we ride and dieπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Incredible Funk

The game is a lyrical beast. He made this song better than the original. Plus his 100 bars and runnin is classic.

John Smith

200 bars you mean

Zach Mcwatch

Only the real game fans even know about his master class banging out β€œβ€¦..ride with a hundred bloods a hundred crips when I’m in NewYork!”
Dayum I miss back when rap was fucking REAL!

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