See my face, you know where I've been Walking in jungle, cruising down boulevard Part of the race taking a tumble Love in a stranger is fearing from danger, Is crying im some avenue and soon the hate Will be there... Assassin with gun is taking his aim, To target his rival, and crossing the street Is a dangerous game, the stakes are survival Love in that stranger still fearing that danger Still crying in some avenue And soon the hate will be there too. Life in the Big Apple moves very fast And so must you, Do like the others do and don't you drag your heels Cops on route are hot in pursuit As windows are shattered Cafe and arcade are teeming with loot The sidewalks are scattered Walking down highways just seeing things my way While dealer man enjoys his wealth Your spare the rope he'll hang himself Life in the Big Apple