(feat. Pooh Bear)
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 alle
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 centropey
All these so called k**ers try their best to dress gay
Everybody beefing it's the same old day
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing New Yor 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
Yougarentee 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 favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid
I'm only speaking the truth
sh**, look what these streets
May cologilua do
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