King Of New York

MF Grimm - "The King of New York"

[Emcee(s): MF Grimm

[Producer(s): MF Grimm

I'm the King of New York

I rule with an iron fist

Gold around my neck and on my fingers and wrist

A ship full of pitiful punks on my shit list

Drop the "S," now "shit" means "hit list"

Motherfuckers want to sit in my spot a lot

'Cause what I got? But my seat's 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 tired

Without a doubt, no clout, smelling like sauerkraut

Mines stay hard like a dick 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

(X2)

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

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

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

'Cause I'm the King of New York like Fred White

I pull triggers on hardhead niggas, I'm leaving dents

Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence

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

That's why the TEC-9 is always kept

Sixteen shots, sixteen niggas 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 (Nah, 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 shit get rougher

So I stay far away, no horseplay

I stray from negativity and I wait for my payday

Play basketball to let time pass

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

If I go somewhere, have beef with a crew

Bah-bah, he's dead, bah-bah, the dog too

Main maniacs of all maniacs in Manhattan

Step on the sidewalk and suckers start scatting

Respect with a TEC, I get my money with a MAC

A.380 infrared light is exactly what I pack 'cause

(X2)

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

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

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

'Cause I'm the King of New York like Fred White

I had it hard, but I took it in stride

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

The messenger of death, killing rappers and lovers

Other brothers get smothered, also mothers undercovers

To get paid was the reason (Got to make that dough)

From murder to treason, it depended on the season

'Cause I did all types of shit

I murdered niggas for free and also contract hits

I specialize in hand-to-hand combat

More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat

As I bash your head, I laugh at ya

The baddest little nigga 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, and I'm the

(X2)

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

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

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

'Cause I'm the King of New York like Fred White

This is going out to my nigga Jay Black, the real King of New York