your worst nightmare behind the closed door I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force Recognize I'm the king of New York, motherfucker [
worst nightmare behind the closed door I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force Recognize I'm the king of New York, motherfucker [Verse
Step inside the booth Superman is alive [Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)] (I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York Not only N.Y.C
so free Put your fists in the air, AOWWWW!! [Diddy] I'm the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules and do what I do by any means (c'mon) Call him necessary
losin', about never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. Ice-T
't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy
A.I. Say, "Hi", to my niggaz left in the slammer From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama L.A., New York
of New York, Where the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em) [Shyne:] All my life I been rollin with the B's and the C's, 13's and the kings They greens
I ain't the King of New York then there ain't one Tell me who fuckin' want it And you can put somethin' on it I'm in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothin'
kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings
' like A.I Say hi to my niggaz left in the slammer From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama L-A, New York
. OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer But must New Yorkers
and the Shaq I wreck this with wreckless emotionless above any beyond the depths of physics with bio feed back techniques I speak over the beat so peep a true thug from the streets of New York
Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun clappin' No captains, no officials
a ball H-h-h-hey We gonna do a little something like this I say... I'm the rap promoter I start to motor Tour from new york to south dakota Drink ginger
know I got it bitch Come and get it aye, 'cause I got it bitch Come and get you know I got it bitch I got my broads if you want 'em on the C.O.D Please
all gon' ride wit' a G Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all