The New King Of New York
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IP:
I'm sure it didn't take much time for that rhyme to get written/
You talk so much shit, I thought your face was shittin'/
Nah, Jay ain't from the Southern Region/
But I spit so dirty, I know why niggaz believin'/
Come at Jay, it's ends wit your family grievin'/
Could end up like B.I.G. & 'Pac and just die for MCin'/
Nah, fuck that, they shoes you couldn't even shine/
My lyrics like guns, they be blowin' your mind./
Nigga I give you credit, I can tell you gave it your all/
But I you got a small dick, so why you can't find your balls?/
You a classic example of a nigga that bark but don't bite./
And seem more lost than a deer caught in the headlites./
This nigga most be from the KKK, sayin' he gonna lynch me,/
Jay lose a battle, nah I'm stuck in this niggaz dream, somebody pinch me./
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