| The monarch of the metropolis
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| I sit on a throne made of asphalt and concrete
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| Grill from the steel
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| And my breath smell like the J train
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| Fuck is up?
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| Three stripes on the crown and a nike swoosh
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| Megalomaniac and a slight recluse
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| Let loose with the freak show
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| The whole city move fast but i speak slow
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| Doing pull ups at the stop light
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| Drinkin 40s on the stoop on a hot night
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| Killed a cracker on the block and I got life
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| Came back resurrected — hop life
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| Get money get fame get your name in lights
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| But make sure I get credit if the game is tight
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| Right hand to my heart I made a black man president with my art
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| Started off as a dream
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| Moved up north put coffee in the cream
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| Caffeine in the mainline
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| What the fuck you mean that the city ain’t mine
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| (he's slow fly, he’s so fresh)
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| Huh, yeah. |
| I’m the king of New York nigga
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| I’m the king of New York, nigga
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| (he's so fly he’s so fresh)
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| I’m the king of New York
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| Fuck you mean I’m the king of New York
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| Fuck Giuliani fuck Bloomberg
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| The tourists come to see me not you herb
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| I put the shine in the concrete
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| I’m the only reason that there’s cops on the beat
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| I’m the rhythm of this whole shit
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| Nicky Barnes hit the city with a whole brick
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| Son of Baldwin and Zora Neale
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| Let me see your 120 show me that it’s real
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| From tk to freebase
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| My name dominate our whole weight in each state
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| The new moves I originate
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| Then turn on the tv and watch them all emulate
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| I demonstrate moving down the interstate
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| Then I talk shit cause you caught on a minute late
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| Arrogant everybody owes me something
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| Without me you niggas wouldn’t own nothing
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| All a y’all should bow down and suck my dick
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| What? |
| no homo? |
| fuck that shit
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| Ain’t nobody comin out till I’m ready
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| Shout out to Zulu and the Rocksteady
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| I’m so heavy in these streets
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| I’m the whole reason that yall muthafuckas eat
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| Styles I create make sure you stay fed
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| Put me up in Times Square watch them all break bread
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| Big daddy gave birth to the nation
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| The gods and the earths Dominicans and Haitians
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| There’s so much culture in these veins
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| It’s no wonder that I’ve gone insane
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| But I must maintain
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| Can’t have these lames fucking up the game
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| It ain’t about supreme or your white boy jeans
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| Without my stamp then it don’t mean a thing
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| Y’all muthafuckas can have wall street and downtown
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| I’ve got you muthafuckas surrounded
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| You gotta either go out thru jersey you gotta go out through the bronx
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| You gotta go through me to get where you need to go
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| It was a long time ago as I remember
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| A freezing afternoon back in december
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| So there seems to be a man standing in the bank lobby
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| No shoes on his feet like it was his hobby
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| Kept on walkin
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| Didn’t think twice
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| Then I turned around sucka standing on ice
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| His toes was curly sticking in the air
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| And a smile on his face like he did not care
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| He goes by the name or Mr. 14th Street
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| Straight funky cold fresh just like this beat
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| Haha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King of New York , by - The White Mandingos. Song from the album The Ghetto Is Tryna Kill Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп