A is for the apple, take a bite and spit it out
B is for bodega, eatin' on your mama couch
Low bazooka with a Puerto-Rican chula
Says she workin' in the city and she gettin' moolah
C is for the crib, the cats that call you catch
CBGB's babies sneakin' blondie through the back
D is for the downtown kids that's hittin' licks
Skater boys in the park tryna fuck some white chicks
E is for the East Side, rough Ride, ride or die
Motorbikes from every side
Flyin' down the FDR, breakin' Dutches in the car
G is for the ghetto girl and Rainbow clothes

Baby hairs and well done toes, single mothers carry those
Bummy sneakers, What are those? Get in goin', golden go
Hunts Point got the hottest hoes, inner city, tragic woes
Splattered streets, the bloody holes, shorty dancin' on the pole
Casually it's casual b, bloody hands with the anatomy
Jehovah witness at your door, actin' like nobody home
TV off, all alone, kick the door in, mama Jonesin' on the phone
Bata and a doobie on, waiting on her tax return
Low lives lightin' Ls, pourin' down for ones they love
Tompkins Square, lower east, Delancey for the deli meats
You don't come to C or D

I'm in Manhattan like I'm Woody Allen
Jewish, Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian
Sittin' on the steps outside the Natural History
New York fuckin' City and I love the history
Everything a meltin' pot, every block is fuckin' hot
83rd the train stop, open cases, old as shorty braces
Pick you up on warrant squad, now they runnin' faces
Pick you up by the park, we was voguing by the pier
Paris burnin', full of Queens, hit the Village every year
Rollin' now to the rave, Village Voice, six page
I was diving off the stage, going now, every day

Stickball in the summer, you know it's summertime
Schomburg, eatin' soul food, singin' Doo-Wop every night
Subway trains goin' by, squad is sittin' St. Marks
Shootin' up in Tompkins park, know it's dirty after dark
Tunnels takin' turns, playin' tag on the curb
Touchin' on some titties, takin' change out your purse
Undercover agents I can spot them all away
Yo, I hate the fuckin' cops, NYPD get away
Underground are MTA, close my eyes and ride the train
Back and forth on everyday, anywhere, anyway

Xerox copied Zines stapled onto poser trees
Got a show, come and see, New York is the place to be
Here you go and live your dreams
Livin' in the city you can't be a xenophobe
This the melting pot, and the soup is never cold
Young lords, young lords, they live inside of me
I got a problem B, with white supremacy
Rollin' through my zipcode, One double zero two nine
ABC's of New York, and I'll be doing fine