MF Grimm - King Of New York(Explicit)
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[00:09.450]I'm the king of New York I rule with an iron fist
[00:12.990]Gold around my neck and on my fingers and wrist
[00:15.540]A shift full of pitiful punks on my s**t list
[00:18.420]Drop the S now s**t means hit list
[00:21.240]Motherf**kers want to sit at my spot a lot
[00:23.700]Cause what I got but my seats hot
[00:25.950]It's not your turn your black a**'ll burn
[00:28.200]To the ground pound for pound
[00:29.670]Twelve rounds how that sound
[00:31.560]A title bout called time out
[00:33.150]Your rhymes are tied without a doubt
[00:34.860]No clout smelling like sauerkraut
[00:37.290]Mine stay hard like a d**k on stout guinness
[00:39.720]I'm in this to win this you're pissed
[00:41.310]So you pout like a trout in a drought can't get out
[00:44.580]You want to scream but fish can't shout
[00:46.800]I'm five foot ten so don't wonder how
[00:49.320]I'm the king of New York just get down and bow
[00:51.810]Let the king do his thing don't give me no hassle
[00:54.630]The streets is my thrown New York is my castle
[00:57.120]Some come close but they can't get it right
[00:59.700]I'm the king king of New York like Frank White
[01:02.160]Let the king do his thing don't give me no hassle
[01:05.010]The streets is my thrown New York is my castle
[01:07.680]Some come close but they can't get it right
[01:10.170]I'm the king king of New York like Frank White
[01:12.900]I pulled triggers on hard head n***as I'm leaving dense
[01:15.600]Climbing motherf**kers like a school yard fence
[01:18.180]A posse tried to jump me to get a good rep fine
[01:21.060]That's why the tec nine is always kept
[01:23.400]Sixteen shots sixteen n***as hurt
[01:26.130]Sixteen stagger sixteen hit the dirt
[01:28.530]No hospital beds coffins all instead
[01:30.930]Cause all sixteen shots went dead to the head
[01:34.140]I can't think about anything else
[01:36.240]Naw kid
[01:36.660]Just my family and then I go for self
[01:39.390]In the streets it's hard but in jail it's even tougher
[01:42.540]That's when s**t get rougher
[01:44.490]So I stay far away no horse play
[01:46.770]I stray from negativity and I wait for my pay day
[01:49.530]Play basketball to let time pass
[01:51.870]But to let a n***a know once in a while I kick some a*s
[01:54.750]If I go so I have beef with a crew
[01:57.060]Gun shots
[01:57.630]He's dead
[01:58.260]Gun shots
[01:58.830]The dog too
[02:00.000]Main maniac of all maniacs in Manhattan
[02:02.490]Step on the sidewalk and suckers start scattin'
[02:05.100]Respect with a tec I get my money with a mac
[02:07.710]A 380 infrared light is exactly what I pack
[02:31.290]I had it hard but I took it in stride
[02:33.840]I did a lot of bad s**t then I had to hide
[02:36.390]The messenger of death killing rappers and lovers
[02:38.760]All the brothers get smothered also mothers under covers
[02:42.000]To get paid was the reason
[02:43.500]Gotta make that dough
[02:44.190]From murder the treason it depended on the season
[02:47.160]Cause I did all types of s**t
[02:49.170]I murder n***as for free and also contract hits
[02:52.320]I specialize in hand to hand combat
[02:54.840]More street fights than a motherf**king alley cat
[02:57.810]As I bash ya head I laugh at ya
[02:59.790]The baddest little n***a since Shaft in Africa
[03:02.790]I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu
[03:04.860]I drink blood like it's Yoo-Hoo I kill like Shaka Zulu
[03:08.070]There's three rules I live by boy
[03:09.990]And that's Crush Kill Destroy
[03:16.860]Motherf**ker
文本歌词
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 s**t list
Drop the S now s**t means hit list
Motherf**kers want to sit at my spot a lot
Cause what I got but my seats hot
It's not your turn your black a**'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 d**k 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
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
I pulled triggers on hard head n***as I'm leaving dense
Climbing motherf**kers 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 n***as 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 s**t 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 n***a know once in a while I kick some a*s
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
I had it hard but I took it in stride
I did a lot of bad s**t 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 s**t
I murder n***as for free and also contract hits
I specialize in hand to hand combat
More street fights than a motherf**king alley cat
As I bash ya head I laugh at ya
The baddest little n***a 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
Motherf**ker