"4... 3... 2... 1..." - repeated throughout song
  
  [Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
  Yo, yeah, love New York
  Love New York, yo, yo
  
  [Itchy-Fingas]
  I sit pretty in the city of lights, cameras and action
  Highway car chases, rappers beatin' body cases
  I ask no questions, so don't give me no answers
  N.Y.C., home of the Yankees and Giants
  Rappers alliance, capitol of drugs and violence
  Biggest projects in the world, it's Queensbridge and the Hook
  Federal crooks that took, crazy money this year
  White collar the crime, and I ain't get a company dime
  I hustle and grind, until I get what's rightfully mine
  
  [Chorus: Triggnomm]
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y...
  
  [Triggnomm]
  It's money and muscle, my M1's and my duns
  All strapped for gunplay, I pops in Kay Slay
  To we New York from the talk down to the walk
  Down to layin' down, white gowns and chalk
  What ya'll thought? Coney Island niggas don't get out?
  Pearl Handle flip out, spit a half a clip out
  Where ya'll been? Ya'll never seen, thugs this clean
  Spit sixteen's, still flippin' morphine
  And who says we can't live a life of Spalding
  Cop a Wallgreen, and make all green clean
  
  [Chorus: Triggnomm]
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, reppin' the B.X., while puffin' 'dro in Y-O
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, be with Red and La, on the low in L.I.
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, and money makin' Manhattan, straight gun clappin'
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, with the Clan, wildin', representin' Shaolin
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there
  E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there
  
  [Bam Bam]
  Word is bond, yo, what's up with ya'll dudes?
  I treat ya'll like roaches and clap ya'll fools
  One by one, I'll impress ya'll dudes
  Big water bug thugs, I eat ya'll food
  What, who want it with the bad men? The act up man
  Got big things to back up, man
  Ya'll never listen 'til I have to clap up man
  Strap up man, load 'em up and pack up man
  Now you want war? You don't want nothin'
  Cause on the streets, my peeps keep the heat
  And leave all beef well done
  You act brolic, but you frail, son
  You better bail, son, mess around, make this hammer leave you nail, son
  I be the Bam Bam, Bronx style bad man
  Bald head black man, ready for the action
  Meet if you want, I pump holes in ya'll
  I love N.Y. 'til the day it's over, ya'll
  
  [Chorus]