New York

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh [Verse 1] I'm running, running through the jungle Running like a slave through the underground tunnel Told y'all niggas, better get these bitches 'Cause I spit 'til my lips need sixteen stitches Uh, I am lyrical intrusion You bitches can't see me like I'm really an illusion I hop up on your face and do my motherfucking two-step 'Til I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick Uh, I'm nasty, nigga Like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures Like I'm fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga Or the skin on the feet of an ashy nigga I am whatever they say I am Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium Fuck them other bitches, I sound better in the place of them I killed this shit, this the motherfucking requiem [Chorus] Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert I run New York I run New York [Verse 2] Uh, I am zero past a hundred Spitting like a dragon that went missing from a dungeon Y'all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee I'm Satan and I'ma take your ass to church now Running my fields and you niggas on your first down I love it when these bitches know I'm better than them 'Cause I don't hear not a word or a letter from 'em I'm a fire in the midst of the forest 'round bitches And I rap elliptical orbits 'round bitches Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches And you bitches are lyrically like some fucking down syndrome No offense, no shade and all But y'all bitches on knees like babies' crawls You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid Yeah, I hear you, don't talk, bitch, duke it [Chorus] Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert I run New York I run New York I run New York I run New York [Verse 3] I'm a lyrical criminal general Take shots, but never subliminal Don't stop, ever continual Running and running, but never in the intervals Can't even stomach the shit that I'm finna do Y'all niggas run from the shit that I'm giving you If you front, I'm gon' put an end to you I'm like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you Uh, make it nasty, real, real nasty Why you bitches running like you will get past me? Won't happen, you bitches could get on when I'm off it Try to cross me now, you'll be gone in a coffin I, it's just me, myself, and I Talk tough shit and I'ma beat you 'til you die Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be That's why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D [Chorus] Uh, sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from overseas like the motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert I run New York I run New York I run New York I run New York