Kilka, k**s mania
Get used to this one
"Crack"
Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that sh**
And I say right about now New York City
They say is life and d**h, there's no future fronting
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw a fake n***a parade. I'm known!
But who gives a f** I don't care
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them
n***as had me thinking that Joey is f**ed up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops
Life s**s for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to d**h thanks to who baby
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Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a Sunday morning, I got cake but I need more ice and all
I say off the streets I'm a symphony, n***as want my sympathy presiding official remedy
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a Sunday morning
King of New york, King of New York, but we don't ever see these n***as up in New York
Can anybody tell me where is San Tropez
All these so called k**ers try their best to dress gay
Everybody beefing it's the same old day
All these mix-tape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing New York back
But we the only n***as you pitch back the back(crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, f** a phone call I barely got a whistle
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Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the Carter
Throw a banks and invite your friends
You guarantee to see a couple of ends
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other n***as just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at Madison Square they givin' group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness
Where I keep your favorite M.C. underneath my armpit the bronze kid
I'm only speaking the truth
sh**, look what these streets
May cologilua do
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