Текст песни: King Of New York + перевод

I’m the King of New York

I rule with an iron fist

Gold around my neck and on my fingers and wrist

A shift full of pitiful punks on my shit list

Drop the «S,» now «shit» means «hit list»

Motherfuckers want to sit at my spot a lot

‘Cause what I got, but my seat’s hot

It’s not your turn, your black ass’ll burn to the ground

Pound for pound, twelve rounds—how that sound?

A title bout, call timeout. Your rhymes are tired

Without a doubt, no clout, smelling like sauer-

-kraut. Mine stay hard like a dick on Stout

Guinness, I’m in this to win this, you’re pissed, so you

Pout like a trout in a drought, can’t get out

You want to scream, but fish can’t shout

I’m five-foot-ten, so don’t wonder how

I’m the King of New York, just get down and bow

Let the King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right ‘cause I’m

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

Let the King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

I’ll pull

Triggers on hard-head niggas, I’m leaving dents

Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence

A posse tried to jump me to get a good rep

Fine, that’s why the TEC-9 is always kept

Sixteen shots, sixteen niggas hurt

Sixteen stagger, sixteen hit the dirt

No hospital beds, coffins all instead ‘cause all

Sixteen shots went dead to the head

I can’t think about anything else (Nah, kid)

Just my family, and then I go for self (What would I do?)

In the streets, it’s hard, but, in jail, it’s even

Tougher—that's when shit get rougher

So I stay far away, no horseplay

I’ll stray from negativity and I’ll wait for my payday

Play basketball to let time pass, but

To let a nigga know, once in a while, I kick some ass

If I go Sioux and have beef with a crew

(Boh, boh!) He’s dead, (Boh, boh!) the dog too

Main maniac of all maniacs in Manhattan

Step on the sidewalk, and suckers start scatting

Respect with a TEC, I get my money with a MAC, a

.380 infrared light is exactly what I pack ‘cause I’m

The King

Let the King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

Let the King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

I had it hard, but I took it in stride

I did a lot of bad shit, then I had to hide

The messenger of death killing rappers and lovers

All the brothers get smothered, also mothers under covers

To get paid was the reason (Gotta make that dough)

From murder the treason, it depended on the season

‘Cause I did all types of shit. I murdered

Niggas for free, and also contract hits

I’ll specialize in hand-to-hand combat

More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat

As I bash your head, I’ll laugh at ya (Hahaha)

The baddest little nigga since Shaft in Africa

I’m not peaceful like Desmond Tutu, I’ll drink

Blood like it’s Yoo-Hoo, I kill like Shaka Zulu

There’s three rules I live by, boy, and that’s

Crush, Kill, Destroy (Motherfucker)

And let

The King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

Let the King do his thing, don’t give me no hassle

The streets is my throne, New York is my castle

Some come close, but they can’t get it right

«I'm the King» — Sample from D.M.C. on Run-D.M.C. — «Hit It Run»

«King of New York like Frank White» — Sample from C.L. Smooth on Pete Rock & C.

L. Smooth — «If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right»

This is going out to my nigga Jay Black, the real King of New York