New York Remix

[Verse 1]

I've been running through the jungle trying to find myself

Murdering any and everything besides myself

With a blueprint nigga i designed myself

And a flow that you bitches can't buy by shelf

Bitch listen, you couldn't get picked if you ducked up

Black belt bars catch a beatin' with some nunchucks

Rip your fucking head off stick every single thumb up your ass

And sit back and still leave untouched

Yeo i said i still leave untouched

All hail Mary Mrs never gave one fuck

I don't even really know how i can make it clearer

Only person that can beat me, is in the mirror

So i dun jumped on my own track

Bodied everybody told them niggas hit the road

Jack Daniels in my cup, all my niggas sippin' Cognac

With Prozac its king haze and bitches watchin' thrones at

And if you sneak dissin' watch your whole back

I put you on the ground bitch nigga where your souls at

313 but you can catch me where the dough's at

Hold up, peter can you bring the song back?

[Chorus]

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from over seas like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts

Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in covert

313 but i, i run New York, i run New York

[Verse 2]

Uh, look, i'm a motherfucking monster

Just give me something to spaz

On my foot and shoe's sole is the only beat your ass on

Green in my hands like i got my hulk smash on

All you bitches here, are merely something to pass on

I don't give a fuck, that has always been the motto

Riding roman reggie like a motherucking idol

Ridin' around with prezzie like a god damn Obama

And i am about the green bitch i need more commas

I do not, see or need no drama

I cannot give a fuck about your ego

I'ma god damn boss they will squeeze those llamas

You will run, you will cry you will need your mama bitch

I can't understand for the life of me

Why all these ugly rat bitches keep tryin' me?

Bitch i am a god i am high and defiently

Everything you little monkey bitches only try to be

Holdup

[Chorus]

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face

Calls from over seas like a motherfucking crusade

Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts

Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this shit in covert

Nigga i'm beast, i run New York, i run New York