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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Blackstreet
Blackstreet
Vocals
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
All Instruments
Chad Hugo
Chad Hugo
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Songwriter
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
Jack Tempchin
Jack Tempchin
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
George Mayers
George Mayers
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
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
**** can cross the T's and dot the I's
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I'm taking this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, wasted
Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit
My hatred is fueled, just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Y'all wanna 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 **** doing it, or these **** is losing it
I read a article that said I was ruining shit
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 **** with nothing but my influences-es
Students of Jigga, I ain't mad, yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit
I'm the type to buy a Rollie and just ice my shit
On the spot, fuck coming back twice to shit
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 in '89
And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
I snatch your girl 'cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus, y'all don't stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks
Had it locked till 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 her butt
At the bar alchoholing her up
I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
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, shh, the city is mine
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
You belong
You belong
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Written by: Glenn Frey, JAY-Z, Jack Tempchin, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Teddy Riley
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