King Of New York

I'm the king of New York, I rule with an iron fist

Gold around my neck and on my fingers and wrist

A shift full of pitiful punks on my **** list

Drop the S, now **** means hit list

************s want to sit at my spot a lot

Cause what I got, but my seats hot

It's not your turn, your black ass'll burn

To the ground, pound for pound

Twelve rounds, how that sound?

A title bout called time out

Your rhymes are tied without a doubt

No clout, smelling like sauerkraut

Mine stay hard, like a **** on stout guinness

I'm in this to win this, you're pissed

So you pout like a trout in a drought, can't get out

You want to scream but fish can't shout

I'm five foot ten, so don't wonder how

I'm the king of New York, just get down and bow

[Chorus]

Let the king do his thing, don't give me no hassle

The streets is my thrown, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can't get it right

(I'm the king, king of New York like Frank White)

Let the king do his thing, don't give me no hassle

The streets is my thrown, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can't get it right

(I'm the king, king of New York like Frank White)

[Verse 2]

I pulled triggers on hard head ******, I'm leaving dense

Climbing ************s like a school yard fence

A posse tried to jump me, to get a good rep fine

That's why the tec nine is always kept

Sixteen shots, sixteen ****** hurt

Sixteen stagger, sixteen hit the dirt

No hospital beds, coffins all instead

Cause all sixteen shots went dead to the head

I can't think about anything else (Naw kid)

Just my family, and then I go for self

In the streets it's hard but in jail it's even tougher

That's when **** get rougher

So I stay far away, no horse play

I stray from negativity and I wait for my pay day

Play basketball to let time pass

But to let a ***** know, once in a while I kick some ass

If I go so I have beef with a crew

(gun shots) He's dead, (gun shots) the dog too

Main maniac of all maniacs in Manhattan

Step on the sidewalk, and suckers start scattin'

Respect with a tec, I get my money with a mac

A 380 infrared light is exactly what I pack

[Chorus]

I had it hard, but I took it in stride

I did a lot of bad ****, then I had to hide

The messenger of death killing rappers and lovers

All the brothers get smothered, also mothers, under covers

To get paid was the reason (Gotta make that dough)

From murder the treason, it depended on the season

Cause I did all types of ****

I murder ****** for free, and also contract hits

I specialize in hand to hand combat

More street fights than a **********ing alley cat

As I bash ya head, I laugh at ya

The baddest little ***** since Shaft in Africa

I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu

I drink blood like it's Yoo-Hoo, I kill like Shaka Zulu

There's three rules I live by boy

And that's Crush, Kill, Destroy (************)

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