New York

Im running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told yall niggas that Id get these bitches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am lyrical intrusion
You bitches cant see me like Im really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my mother******* two-step
Till I knock the meat out like a mother**** *** toothpick
Uh, Im nasty nigga, like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like Im ******* Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at Stadium
************* them other bitches I sound better in the place of them
I killed this shit, this the mother******* requiem
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a mother******* crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York, I run New York
I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That went missing from a dungeon
Yall a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
Im satan, and Im a take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it when these bitches know Im better than them
Cause I dont hear, not a word or a letter from them
Im a fire in the midst of a 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 ******* down syndrome, no offence
No shade n all, but yall bitches on knees like babies crawl
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah I hear you, dont talk bitch, do
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like a mother* ****** crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till 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
Im lyrical and Im general
Take shots, but never subliminal
Dont stop, continue on running around
But never in intervals, cant stomach the shit that Im finna do
Yall niggas want the shit that Im giving you
If you front, Im gonn put and end to you
Im like Scorpion, bitch I will finish you
Make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you bitches running like you will get past me?
Wont happen, you bitches could get on, when Im off it
Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin
Its just me, myself and I
Talk tough shit and Im a beat you till you die
Ask why? Because Im better than youll ever be
Thats why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D
Sick bitch , chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a mother******* crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurt
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert
I run New York, I run New York
I run New York, I runNew York