Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prince Of New York, artist - KIllarmy. Album song Prince Of New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Prince Of New York |
| I must’ve been away too long |
| My feelings are dead, I feel no remorse |
| It’s my turn… |
| Yo, yo y’all niggas is 9 to 5 niggas, I’m a survive nigga |
| I’m live like the shorties on your block with twin Glocks |
| Let off like an oo wop, thug life like 2Pac |
| Weed and crack, e-pills stashed inside my bulletproof Gucci socks |
| I 'blackout' like Red and Meth |
| When I first came in yea, the whole game slept |
| Ever since I was 17, I been snatchin' niggas' mics with the Five Fingers of |
| Death |
| Yo, the 9th Prince I rock a 9 on my chest |
| My criminology’s 'criminal minded' like KRS |
| Y’all need bald head niggas pullin' triggers |
| I put seven bullets in your figure |
| I’m slicker than Sharon Stone in Sliver, what I deliver send shivers |
| Like drowning in cold water runnin' through rivers |
| Y’all niggas in the field know how I build |
| Oh word, you ain’t heard? |
| 16 shots to your grill |
| Lay down flat, roll on your face, pick up the pace |
| I’m like a hardcore version of the pretty boy Mase |
| I’m hot like lava, you get smacked in your teeth |
| For tryin' to disrespect the Killarm saga |
| My street army niggas is outsiders |
| We run a train on this white bitch look like Michelle Pfeiffer |
| I roll with a gang of niggas wild like Al Qaida, Al Qaida, yo |
| I’m the Prince of New York |
| The way that I walk, make the girls hawk |
| I was born on Staten Island so that’s the way that I talk |
| Outline your body in chalk, and stab you with a rusty fork |
| Ey yo the streets is flooded with crack cocaine |
| My brain rain like a hurricane, spit flame, till I’m insane |
| Like a cowboy, hooded up on the iron horse train |
| Bitches maintain, stink hoes know my name |
| Clothes I never change, rearrange the game |
| Now every thug wanna feel my pain |
| Smack 'em in the brain for being the lame |
| Cut 'em up in pieces, then flush 'em down the drain |
| Them dogs is pitbulls, I’m more like a great dane |
| Robbed the hottest chick in the game, for her man’s chain |
| Word up, yo |
| Yea that’s how we do it |
| In the year two thousand and four and five |
| Y’all niggas is straight jive, word up |
| Yea, one love to my peoples |
| J-Love, word up, Kay Slay |
| Pete Rock and Marley Marl, and all you underdog DJ’s |
| My man Alexander the Great, eatin' niggas like steak |
| Killarm, the 9th Prizm get up in 'em, yea, for real |
| (You think ambushing me in some nightclub’s |
| Gonna stop what makes people take drugs? |
| This country spends a hundred billion dollars a year on getting high |
| And it’s not because of me, all that time I was wasting in jail |
| It just got worse, I’m not your problem, I’m just a businessman.) |