Lyrics:
New York (indistinct)
Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Get down
landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me
probation, possession of a firearm (that's New York)
Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he
holdin down they Kings)
They the real women (so go on girl do yo' thing)
(Uh) H-Town women
Chocolate women
New York, New York women
A-Town women
on every block, hood to hood
Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie
Hood to hood
Far Rock, East New York, QB
Compton, Long Beach, IE
Hood to hood
Southside
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated -kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Yo, we the kings of New York where cash rules
In this game called life,
the bright frights in this big city?
Things flying by in the Boo York minute
Too many things in a day to try to fit in
All of you should stand up and dance,
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You
blast
Spitting fire everywhere leavin' you like ash
Shawty say I'm mean
Bitch I'm from New York, that's just how it be
I don't play no sports, but I got
On a tabouret by the quay
Make your entrance
A trip across the sea
It's the big green apple a mayday
Ants are busy in the core
New York city a springday
the hood!
New York let 'em know we goin' crazy
New York let'em know that we ain't playin'
New York let 'em know we goin' crazy
New York let'em know that we
york city
i said welcome to new york city
Any time any place we'll go
Strictly bloods is the way we roll
At any time the shit could get sticky
Thats
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
still beefin
He ain't nothing like a New York nigga
I got a bae in the Chi
Love it when we get high but
He ain't nothing like a New York nigga
I got
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one,
Who dies
[NAS]
New York, we ready!
[Kevin Rudolf]
He move from LAS to SoHo (ho)
A few blocks
For those who
they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy
nuts (huh)
Grow sum (what)
Im bood up (yeah)
Ella mae
Bood up
I grew up in New York (New York)
The bx (BX)
Lil shorty rode train or the bus (train
away the sins that I learned from the gutter why
So gritty New York
Live off pizza and Newport's
Bay area dirty dogs after bars is true sport
East coast
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get
don’t want him ain’t no need to lie
Ain’t no secret we don’t need to hide
Seven mornings just to say goodbye
If you looking to try it’ll end up working
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