Lyrics:
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
in the rain
listenin to they walkman(e)
talkin the New York fuckin slang
Partial Chorus
Verse Three: Rzarector
In the streets of New York
(C'mon)
New York
(C'mon)
Detroit
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Miami
(C'mon)
L A
(C'mon)
Vegas
(C'mon)
C'mon down
Boston
(C'mon)
Tucson
(C'mon)
Long Island
(C'mon)
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
always comes undone
I'm so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin' and you'll prefer
Eatin' by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a
Tempting
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine
N.Y, New York that is
Y'all know the name
I handle my biz, kid
in New York, five peeps and a dog
In a two bedroom doing menial jobs
Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a clod
Distractions free to maraud
I left
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
smile
RIP young king, you was doin' ya thing
You made songs that these kids gon' forever sing
Niggas ain't wanna hear Trey Songz on Power singin'
It
Yeah
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Geo, Saba laid the bricks for Trav to tell the story
Of a youngin' from the Baum
We grew up
say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane
Try me, end up like Rolly
Ain't no F1, I'm staying the course
I took it North, Ain't talking New York
Saved by the Son, Covered in the blood
Run to the Lord, Treat this like
Islands in the winter
Summer bus rides to Great Adventure
I've brung New York back
To real rap inventors
New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
telling me what to and what not to do
But the progress that I've made be absurd
Young white kid from the burbs done made a way to the birds
Reached Preemo
lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?
I'm living in a city known as New York State
Sucker MC's
of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?
I'm living in a city known as New York State
Sucker MC's
you came from,
And the shows we all did together.
Conquer Hollywood, Baby,
Then come back and be a Broadway Kid!
(spoken, á la Arnold:""I'll be
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