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(feat. Kool Keith)
[Talking voice] Look, how am I gonna justify corruption to you? It's always been here and it always will be Well, I'm rappin' to you brothers proud baby.. [Kool Keith] Cruisin' big time Livin' the life like Big Joe Willie swift the player, with my hype pornoshow Like Goldie, the mack, laying honnies on their back Clockin' gees a week, your fake pimps hear me speak Ridin' low down, checkin' my watch like Frank Knitty Police pressin' up, let me pay off the city Controllin' your town like Sega do with the Genesis Who is the fan? Scopin' pannies on the premises Backstab, nevermind ?takin'? slap Countin' my green, now tell me, where's the other half? Don't try to comment, don't tell me how to run my stable Plug your card, leave your fingers bleedin' on the table No time for games, baby talkin' "help a brother" Your style is platic, your girl talkin' rubber [Chorus] [x4] I'm the king of New York! Runnin' out from big city [Kool Keith] You ran away from home, you ran away into my arms Speak the ???, my lollipop here's a charm You need a place to stay, what step up my way I got your front ho, and everything on Lairway You're my daughter now, the women have to call me daddy The smith with big green, with clients on the white caddy Like General Mills, total with the whole green I'm in control, passin' up your sad little brain He made you cry before, he made you cry now I mean steak, your ho eatin' chocolatecow What's the matter? He made your heart splatter He kept you on the down low, climbin' up the ladder Pretty as you are, lookin' like a moviestar Delicious, nutricious, don't wanna get vicious I ain't no bloodhound, sniffin' on your heels Some strung out junkie over you takin' pills We can do this lady! Lucy give me a kiss [kissing] I'm your man now [Chorus] [x4] The king of New York! Runnin' out from big city [Kool Keith] It took a mastermind to put together the operation I started out recruiting at the Grey Hound busstation Pushin' jewels, I'm still the man on 40 dews Providin' support, champ like a big sport Hangin' high, with no ID you can't verify The biggest mack on the heels from the illest city No shorts taken, tell Jim yo it's tuff titty Call power rills to meet the only president FBI watchers are tryin' scope ????? I'm in my train of thought, I own supreme court Standin' on the block, lickin' ????? for days You work for me, competition for some premise I'm in the rhyme, smoothin' groovin' down I'm in the rhyme, smoothin' movin' down Checkin' out my game, the feds know it's the same I'm in court for only childsupport [Chorus] [x4] I'm the king of New York! Runnin' out from big city [Beat fades out with a guy talking] |
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[Scratching] My style is the best..
[Kool Keith] The club is open catch this I wreck it swing it, sling it Styles is smooth, styles is sweet Styles are dope, styles that meet Any rapper clappin' you'd be talkin' You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go This record's for real spin that wax in that vinyl bill Check the back of the Houston tex package ass Sucka's wanna step up you grab your girls fast I'm in here with wack MC's in the atmosphere Greasing my status Willy Smith wanna change gears One-two one-two three-four man slappin' five People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live I want some 2000 gamma wild motivation Sex on earth, it's time I left the spacestation Don't think I'm Dr. McCoy, I'll tap that butt boy Rappers in my way on primetime, clearin' every day You gets the bozak Peter from the Shootin' Skeeter [Chorus] I want da mic, yo drop the style Let him rip it I want da mic, yo drop it here Let him flip it [Kool Keith] I take a second wild crime, don't smile You still jealous, watch my flow in Puerto Rico Like Victor Vodorellis People know that Julio brother style is loco Rappers souped up then gassed pump like Sunoco What's up now? BeeBeeBeep's seen you talkin' walkin' Switchin' bitchin' the brother's sweating on the mic Girls on my tip and women chew me like a Mike 'n Ike These are the keys that go to the Cadillac Supersonic condoms, MC's want their barebacks I draw on tails smell panties like an artifact I'm in this house, it's best to keep it quiet mouse You got the lice in private hair, yo you carry louse Plunderjack, the bass bounce more than the ounce Like Roger Troutman, people still use him now Onepowered horses MC's going off the cow Jump on the moose play each hair like a violin You step like Bozo but the clown keep on wylin' [Chorus] [x4] [Kool Keith] The last ranger, breaker 1-9 yo smokey bear Got that black Mack truck With wack MC's in my pubic hair What's the flim-flam with peepee on the highway Girls move slow but track their trailers in their driveway Who's smokin' joe now? The smith tanks are full with diesel Back up your rectum piece on primetime you little weasel I'm comin' through with no girls in no hairdo Cover your cracks before the place smells like mildew I'm Mr. Clean shoot clips through the magazine Butts get wiped and shined up by the greasemachine [Come on go with me over to my place] Yeah, like Teddy said I'm scrathing butts like the pimples on your first record You wanna see and maybe folks wanna check it I want the sound to throw down and make you sit down And see your man, he's biting styles in the background [Chorus] |
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(feat. Neph the Madman)
[Verse One: Neph The Madman] Forget your crew nigga there's no contest The Hoodie Men we confresh and never less I guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta die Smoke, light L's engage in sex Shorties with big breasts and round fat juicy asses From the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas asses We'll be in there with swimwear, who in there The hoodie men we rock the spot Who are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knot So bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knew That the sucka MC's get the D from my crew [Chorus:] I'm wiling, the ism got me wiling My shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum I'm wiling, cuz niggies got me wiling The ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum I'm wiling, but Jackie got me wiling, Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum [Verse Two: Neph] I gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every day Well men don't care, mad bills to pay And a bunch of more ho's, brothers drinking alizay Damn, I'm high again, yo my girl drives me crazy Insane pain in my brain it don't amaze me Hated by her parents, feeling transparent Dammit, and in two weeks we'll have a baby Why? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolate Now I'm high, mama kicked me out, not fair Niggas everywhere and other niggas just stare Screw me, some might want to do me the uzi Cocked, till the nextman front and you'll get rocked Cuz I got a daughter now plus I'm homeless, so shit is out of order how? Do you do, here comes the man of two Fucked up but I hope I'm getting through to you Life is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don't die we just multiply [Chorus] [Verse Three: Neph] Land and the area, damn we slam scarier I'm darin ya You can bring your crew the more the merrier America, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be are Nasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right now I'm ghost, and elephants around you on the ground Who is he I don't know, just another John Doe On the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds scream Neph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O. Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flow Now you know, who's the motherfucker in town You didn't know, your mothers my ho, you fucking glam tally-ho Shout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for you As soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just begun [Chorus] |
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(feat. Poet)
[Scratching] Circumstance is beyond our control [Poet] Livin' on the down low and I represent the Shaolion deep Where crazy bother's known for buckin' a nigga, so don't sleep ????? Watch the bodies pile Ooh child you can't fuck with my bloody murderstyle I got you on a scope and it's sharper than a knife Feel the 9-mill rip it through your flesh, taken life Just another bitchass caught up in my warpath Cut you right in half, feel the wrath of a bloodbath Mass destruction, try test my function With the padamin I kicks the flavor in ???? conjunction What's more to prove nigga? Hold op My hoodyman crew know I got shit so up! One for all and all for one Some for me and my crew, but nigga you gets none So check out my steez, I get over like a bear Hoppin' door and rush hour lookin' out for the coppa Watch what you do and kid it's over when my glock pops And my crew rocks, pack 'em in like a lunchbox ???'s mad shitty like a diper You're just another victim of the rooftop sniper [Chorus] [x4] Buck buck buck The eyelid to let out! Three-fifty-seven! Boom! I put his head out [Poet] I wanna know, can you feel it? The Tech-9 rip, because this be the season for catchin' a map clip I'm showin' you who's nigga, when I smoke a hell off niggaz Better recognize fool, when my finger's on the trigger Go for the flow ho, just so you know Punk niggaz like you can't fuck with my flow The buckshot, one buckshot two By the time we let off three, there'll be no one you Because the buldge in my pants ain't just a big dick Every 4th of July, you're bussin' shots with my click And that crew consists of nigga Wrecker But no, I'm the only bouncer, so love I, my brother Big chop is on, I caught the storm When I see a crazy cloud of meth comin' down like a hawk And that can only mean Big Sam is in the hallway With a fat blunt, gettin' fucked up all day Slow decept you, flex you, now we bust Fuck if we must, because the glocks we trust Open up your eyes, now you see your triggerstyle Glocks pop up, nigga what now? ChickaPOW! [Chorus] [x4] Buck Buck Buck The eyelid to let out Three fifty seven! Boom! I put his head out [Poet] Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang Shells drop from the glock, now I know you can't hang With the roughneck, hooligan, oh no not you again Killin' mad force, no remorse when I do 'em in Chose to oppose, now you sleep with the fishes Tech-9 dreams clock nineteen wishes My ??? gets crazy fat like a ham Niggaz try to play me out and I'll be damned if I don't ?blam? Step back, perpertratin' with the job When it's time to survive, cock back with the full five On the streets reaper, you met the grim reaper Layin' six feet down, 'cause it gets no deeper [Chorus] [x4] Buck Buck Buck The eyelid to let out Three fifty seven! Boom! I put his head out [The beat goes on with some scratches and then fades out] |
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