New York Remix lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been running through the jungle trying to find myself
Murdering any and everything besides myself
With a blueprint n*gga i designed myself
And a flow that you b*tches can't buy by shelf
b*tch listen, you couldn't get picked if you ducked up
Black belt bars catch a beatin' with some nunchucks
Rip your f*cking 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 f*ck
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 n*ggas hit the road
Jack Daniels in my cup, all my n*ggas sippin' Cognac
With Prozac its king haze and b*tches watchin' thrones at

And if you sneak dissin' watch your whole back
I put you on the ground b*tch n*gga 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 b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from over seas like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this sh*t in covert
313 but i, i run New York, i run New York
[Verse 2]
Uh, look, i'm a motherf*cking 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 b*tches here, are merely something to pass on
I don't give a f*ck, 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 b*tch i need more commas
I do not, see or need no drama
I cannot give a f*ck about your ego
I'ma god damn boss they will squeeze those llamas
You will run, you will cry you will need your mama b*tch
I can't understand for the life of me
Why all these ugly rat b*tches keep tryin' me?
b*tch i am a god i am high and defiently
Everything you little monkey b*tches only try to be
Holdup

[Chorus]
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from over seas like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop, Brooklyn, made this sh*t in covert
n*gga i'm beast, i run New York, i run New York