[Intro: King of New York Dialogue]
Christopher Walken: Okay, from here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in
You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street
It's my turn
Frank Gio: You think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money, you fucking hump?

[Verse]
Run a n***a down on his own block
Lava, he hot like the stove top
I'm whippin' up the pot on the stove top
Then I let it off in the O Block
My n***as they still by that one way
Posted from Monday to Sunday
All my n***as 'bout that gunplay
And we run up, we don't run 'way
Like, this is my turn
I had to let this shit burn
This PK be calmin' my nerves
We was just touring and scoring, it's pourin'
Fly in the foreign, so fast, it might swerve
I ain't give a damn 'bout a bitch, I was just tryna get rich
I was just out with the clique
These n***as thinking he hot
.40, pop, so we left a n***a lit
Like, run up on him while he walking, yeah
Probably still gon' have to chalk him, yeah
Body flip like he a dolphin, yeah
Send him high like he a martian, yeah
We ain't with none of that talking, yeah
Hit him 'til he Milly Rockin', yeah
Talking 'bout really rock 'em, yeah
Put a n***a in a coffin, yeah
I'm sippin' good and I'm smoking legal
And I'm shootin' shit like Tarantino
All these late nights, got my pockets diesel
I be servin' fiends, they be using needles
I been in and out, all night
On the corner servin' all white
N***as talk that ish, it's on sight
You ain't with the shits, ain't 'bout that life