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 n*ggas, better get these b*tches
'Cause I spit 'til my lips need sixteen stitches
Uh, I am lyrical intrusion
You b*tches can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop up on your face and do my motherf*cking two-step
'Til I knock the meat out like a motherf*cking toothpick
Uh, I'm nasty, n*gga
Like Nas, like Kim, like Cassie pictures
Like I'm f*cking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B n*gga
Or the skin on the feet of an ashy n*gga
I am whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick b*tches at Stadium
f*ck them other b*tches, I sound better in the place of them
I killed this sh*t, this the motherf*cking requiem

[Chorus]
Uh, sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas on your first down
I love it when these b*tches 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 b*tches
And I rap elliptical orbits 'round b*tches
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, b*tches
And you b*tches are lyrically like some f*cking down syndrome
No offense, no shade and all
But y'all b*tches on knees like babies' crawls
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah, I hear you, don't talk, b*tch, duke it

[Chorus]
Uh, sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this sh*t 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 sh*t that I'm finna do
Y'all n*ggas run from the sh*t that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gon' put an end to you
I'm like Scorpion, b*tch, I will finish you
Uh, make it nasty, real, real nasty
Why you b*tches running like you will get past me?
Won't happen, you b*tches 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 sh*t and I'ma beat you 'til you die
Ask why? Because I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why my sh*t make your sh*t seem lighter than Heavy D

[Chorus]
Uh, sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from overseas like the motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it 'til your nose hurt
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this sh*t in Covert
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York
I run New York