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O C King Of New York

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 [

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

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

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

. 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

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

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

of Disco Dave Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave Disco Dave (E) Hello Brooklyn Hello Brooklyn New York, New York