King Of New York-MF Grimm

King Of New York - MF Grimm [Verse 1] 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 sh*t list Drop the S, now sh*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 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] I pulled triggers on hard head niggas, 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 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 (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 sh*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 ni**a know, once in a while I kick some a** 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 [Chorus] I had it hard, but I took it in stride I did a lot of bad sh*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 sh*t I murder niggas 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 ni**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) [Chorus]