out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find
a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk
world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us
Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us
shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk
in the cyphers We ain't gang affiliated, ain't nobody gon' like us [Verse 7: Emilio Lopez (Apathy)] What's this shit about, "we" and "us"? Didn't we discuss, if D's
it cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang of us all gathered up in our game colors man, these
you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us? Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious
got this game on lock And I'm patrollin' to get these money that make the Brougham hot My lifestyle on these streets is easily provoked And it's the same
(shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk
then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's Lidu Rock [Rock]
S squared, double O blowin Hot as my next flight, where you, where the fuck we goin? Big tits, big ass, big lips, I bet it's D.D. and that ho can't wait
gonna be around til ya body rott and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got what!what! what! what! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there's two