This 4 - Solomon Childs

New York… the finest, yup

Yeah, uh-huh, here we go

Rule number one, never let bygones be bygones

New York icon, kid Beneton

Style is so violent, by Louie Faton

From day one, told you cats was real

The models, hold mine, mistake you for yo mills

We thugged out, but when a brother fails

I pledge allegiance to hold mine, lyrics is strapped wit heat

Winter time, I’m a bad boy, get ya guns off, like I was Shyne

Studyin' the lines’ll make ya soloist

To the industry, I’m puttin' on locks (Lox) like I was Jadakiss

Packin' 'em in, playoff time wit the New York Knicks

Clueminati, spring time’s stick-up car six

Until ya make times of provin' me wrong, shit I’m the illest nigga doin' this

Rakim of the 2000, I bet a thousand

Just to have project niggas hatin' in housin'

Mama said, baby, you know they save the best for last

First album, 700,000 advanced

Goin' for mine, I’mma die by any circumstance

Nobody move, nobody’ll get hurt

It’s my time, my time around

This 4 worldwide niggas who flip bricks

Fuck a fly bitch, trey-sixes out the dices

This 4 rooster bitches that strip coke

Be in ya man’s pockets whether he sleep or woke

This 4 thugs up north, taped up wit books

Ice picks ready to die, catchin' a juk

For the fam, ya’ll, from New York to L. A

Crushin' bodies of Hennessey, takin' over

Solomon Childs, platinum dog, never gold

Frontin' ya hetero', rather have Uptown girls like Billy Joel

Hollow tips in the biscuits, pretty boy shit never Lord

This the militant flow, rock iceberg sweaters wit leather coats

While your on the row, possess a hell of a show time

At the Apollo, silly niggas, huh, go 'head and play desperado

Nigga, get caught sleepin' if ya want to

Fuck around and get clapped up like them kids in Colorado

Shit is real, it’s 2Pac fuckin' Faith, no money in my pockets

Everything be up in the safe

This is my time, I’m on a worldwide rampage

Paragraphs be action like an arcade

Maria child, son, be front page

I back pretty nines, no more 12 gauge (who want it?)

My wrists frozen, I created an Ice Age (who want it?)

You cats is scarred, that I’mma get paid

My style Harvard, you cats is first grade

Gettin' serious, New York, Tony Danza

Takin' over, I’m as serious as cancer

Bottom line… King of New York

When I rob, I rob to eat and stack a bill

Some people think that I’m sittin' on top the world

And if I be shootin' at you dog, then I’m shootin' to kill

Some people think I’m, sittin' on top the world

Give 'em shit

Money like Ron Montana, do the knowledge to the thug talk

Snake nigga, 5 to 15 years of my life represented in Cat Sacky, New York

Married to the mob, dog, I’m comin' off like Carlos Rosa

Two B.M., in the suit wit Toyota

Twenties on a M-Class drop, product got crackheads yellin'

Nigga you better never stop

Lyrics attack like two pig-nose pitbulls

Rambo and Sheet-rock, champagne glasses, wit the cold Valentine ill

Money like Marvin and poppy deal

I came up, Mahoney’s park, Now Born dynasty

The industry could never be live as me

Hit off semi-automatic's dog

Watch niggas jump like Shawn Kemp, females say I got game like a Chicago pimp

We here now, you poppin' shit niggas better be ready to ball

Dealin' wit more fly bitches than the Albie Square Mall

Fuck friends, dog, who want it?

Comin' for all of ya’ll (that's right), comin' for all of ya’ll…

(You heard, all of y’all)

That’s right, this is it right here

King of New York