King Of New York Chords by Mf Grimm
Tempo:
92.1 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Dm
D
G
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm the king of [D] New York, I rule [Eb] with an iron fist
[Dm] Gold around my neck and [Eb] all my fingers and wrists
[D] A ship full of beautiful [Eb] punks on [Dm] my shit list
Drop the S [Eb] now, shit means hit [D] list [Eb] Motherfuckers wanna sit at my spot [Dm] a lot
Cause what I [Eb] got on my seat's hot [Dm] It's not your turn, you [Eb] black ass
I burn to [Dm] the ground, pound for pound, [Eb] twelve rounds
How that [Gm] sound?
I'm tired of Bob Corle time out Your rhymes are tied, without [N] a doubt, no
clout Smell it like sauerkraut, rhymes stay hard
Like a dick on stout, give me some minutes to win this shit, piss
So you pout like a trout in a drought, can't get out
You on the screen but fish can't shat I'm 5 foot 10, so don't wonder how
I'm the king of New York, just get down and buy
[E] Let the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[E] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right Cause [D] I'm the king of [Ebm] New York, like Fred White
Let [Dm] the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Gm] but they can't get it right
[D] I'm the [F] king of New York, like Fred White
[N] Pull triggers on hardhead niggas, I'm leaving debts
Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence A posse try to jump me, to get a good rep
Fine, that's why the tech nine is always kept
16 shots, 16 niggas hurt 16 staggers, 16 hit the dirt
In the hospital beds, coffins all in state Cause all 16 shots went dead to the head
[G] I can't think about anything else Just my [Eb] family and then I go for [Em] self
In the streets it's hard but in jail [G] it's even tougher
That's when shit get rougher So I stay far away, no horseplay
I stray from negativity and I 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 [Gm] I go somewhere half beef [G] with a crew
Bop bop, he's dead
Bop bop, the dog too
Main maniacs of all maniacs in Manhattan Step on the [Bb] sidewalk and suckers start scatting
Respect with the tech, I get my money with a Mac
A 380 infrared light is exactly [Ab] what I pack
Cause I'm the [Dm] king of New York, like Fred White
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 [Eb] but they can't get it right
[Dm] I'm the king of [Bb] New York, like Fred [Dm] White
Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[D] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right
[E] I [N] had it hard but I took it in stride I did a lot of bad shit then I had to hide
The message of death, killing rappers and lovers
Other brothers get smothered, also mothers under covers
To get paid was the reason, for murder to treason
It depended on the season, cause I did all types of shit
I murder niggas for free and also contract hits
I specialize in hand to hand combat More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat
As I bash your head I laugh at ya About this little nigga since Shaft in Africa
I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu I drink blood like it's Yuhu, I kill [C] like Chakuzulu
[G] There's three rules I live [Abm] by, boy And that's crush, kill, destroy
[Am] Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no [Dm] hassle
The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
Let [F]
[Em] the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[Dm] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
[N]
Cause it's going out to my nigga J Black, the real king of New York
[Dm] Gold around my neck and [Eb] all my fingers and wrists
[D] A ship full of beautiful [Eb] punks on [Dm] my shit list
Drop the S [Eb] now, shit means hit [D] list [Eb] Motherfuckers wanna sit at my spot [Dm] a lot
Cause what I [Eb] got on my seat's hot [Dm] It's not your turn, you [Eb] black ass
I burn to [Dm] the ground, pound for pound, [Eb] twelve rounds
How that [Gm] sound?
I'm tired of Bob Corle time out Your rhymes are tied, without [N] a doubt, no
clout Smell it like sauerkraut, rhymes stay hard
Like a dick on stout, give me some minutes to win this shit, piss
So you pout like a trout in a drought, can't get out
You on the screen but fish can't shat I'm 5 foot 10, so don't wonder how
I'm the king of New York, just get down and buy
[E] Let the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[E] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right Cause [D] I'm the king of [Ebm] New York, like Fred White
Let [Dm] the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Gm] but they can't get it right
[D] I'm the [F] king of New York, like Fred White
[N] Pull triggers on hardhead niggas, I'm leaving debts
Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence A posse try to jump me, to get a good rep
Fine, that's why the tech nine is always kept
16 shots, 16 niggas hurt 16 staggers, 16 hit the dirt
In the hospital beds, coffins all in state Cause all 16 shots went dead to the head
[G] I can't think about anything else Just my [Eb] family and then I go for [Em] self
In the streets it's hard but in jail [G] it's even tougher
That's when shit get rougher So I stay far away, no horseplay
I stray from negativity and I 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 [Gm] I go somewhere half beef [G] with a crew
Bop bop, he's dead
Bop bop, the dog too
Main maniacs of all maniacs in Manhattan Step on the [Bb] sidewalk and suckers start scatting
Respect with the tech, I get my money with a Mac
A 380 infrared light is exactly [Ab] what I pack
Cause I'm the [Dm] king of New York, like Fred White
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 [Eb] but they can't get it right
[Dm] I'm the king of [Bb] New York, like Fred [Dm] White
Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[D] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right
[E] I [N] had it hard but I took it in stride I did a lot of bad shit then I had to hide
The message of death, killing rappers and lovers
Other brothers get smothered, also mothers under covers
To get paid was the reason, for murder to treason
It depended on the season, cause I did all types of shit
I murder niggas for free and also contract hits
I specialize in hand to hand combat More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat
As I bash your head I laugh at ya About this little nigga since Shaft in Africa
I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu I drink blood like it's Yuhu, I kill [C] like Chakuzulu
[G] There's three rules I live [Abm] by, boy And that's crush, kill, destroy
[Am] Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no [Dm] hassle
The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
Let [F]
[Em] the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[Dm] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
[N]
Cause it's going out to my nigga J Black, the real king of New York
Key:
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Dm
D
G
Gm
Eb
Dm
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm the king of [D] New York, I rule [Eb] with an iron fist
[Dm] Gold around my neck and [Eb] all my fingers and wrists
[D] A ship full of beautiful [Eb] punks on [Dm] my shit list
Drop the S [Eb] now, shit means hit [D] list [Eb] Motherfuckers wanna sit at my spot [Dm] a lot
Cause what I [Eb] got on my seat's hot [Dm] It's not your turn, you [Eb] black ass
I burn to [Dm] the ground, pound for pound, [Eb] twelve rounds
How that [Gm] sound?
I'm tired of Bob Corle time out Your rhymes are tied, without [N] a doubt, no
clout Smell it like sauerkraut, rhymes stay hard
Like a dick on stout, give me some minutes to win this shit, piss
So you pout like a trout in a drought, can't get out
You on the screen but fish can't shat I'm 5 foot 10, so don't wonder how
I'm the king of New York, just get down and buy
[E] Let the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[E] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right Cause [D] I'm the king of [Ebm] New York, like Fred White
Let [Dm] the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Gm] but they can't get it right
[D] I'm the [F] king of New York, like Fred White
[N] Pull triggers on hardhead niggas, I'm leaving debts
Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence A posse try to jump me, to get a good rep
Fine, that's why the tech nine is always kept
16 shots, 16 niggas hurt 16 staggers, 16 hit the dirt
In the hospital beds, coffins all in state Cause all 16 shots went dead to the head
[G] I can't think about anything else Just my [Eb] family and then I go for [Em] self
In the streets it's hard but in jail [G] it's even tougher
That's when shit get rougher So I stay far away, no horseplay
I stray from negativity and I 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 [Gm] I go somewhere half beef [G] with a crew
Bop bop, he's dead
Bop bop, the dog too
Main maniacs of all maniacs in Manhattan Step on the [Bb] sidewalk and suckers start scatting
Respect with the tech, I get my money with a Mac
A 380 infrared light is exactly [Ab] what I pack
Cause I'm the [Dm] king of New York, like Fred White
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 [Eb] but they can't get it right
[Dm] I'm the king of [Bb] New York, like Fred [Dm] White
Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[D] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right
[E] I [N] had _ it hard but I took it in stride I did a lot of bad shit then I had to hide
The message of death, killing rappers and lovers
Other brothers get smothered, also mothers under covers
To get paid was the reason, for murder to treason
It depended on the season, cause I did all types of shit
I murder niggas for free and also contract hits
I specialize in hand to hand combat More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat
As I bash your head I laugh at ya About this little nigga since Shaft in Africa
I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu I drink blood like it's Yuhu, I kill [C] like Chakuzulu
[G] There's three rules I live [Abm] by, boy And that's crush, kill, destroy
[Am] Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no [Dm] hassle
The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
Let _ [F] _
[Em] the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[Dm] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
_ _ [N] _
Cause it's going out to my nigga J Black, the real king of New York _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm the king of [D] New York, I rule [Eb] with an iron fist
[Dm] Gold around my neck and [Eb] all my fingers and wrists
[D] A ship full of beautiful [Eb] punks on [Dm] my shit list
Drop the S [Eb] now, shit means hit [D] list [Eb] Motherfuckers wanna sit at my spot [Dm] a lot
Cause what I [Eb] got on my seat's hot [Dm] It's not your turn, you [Eb] black ass
I burn to [Dm] the ground, pound for pound, [Eb] twelve rounds
How that [Gm] sound?
I'm tired of Bob Corle time out Your rhymes are tied, without [N] a doubt, no
clout Smell it like sauerkraut, rhymes stay hard
Like a dick on stout, give me some minutes to win this shit, piss
So you pout like a trout in a drought, can't get out
You on the screen but fish can't shat I'm 5 foot 10, so don't wonder how
I'm the king of New York, just get down and buy
[E] Let the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[E] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right Cause [D] I'm the king of [Ebm] New York, like Fred White
Let [Dm] the king do his thing, [Eb] don't give me [Dm] no hassle
The streets is my throne, [Eb] New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Gm] but they can't get it right
[D] I'm the [F] king of New York, like Fred White
[N] Pull triggers on hardhead niggas, I'm leaving debts
Climb motherfuckers like a schoolyard fence A posse try to jump me, to get a good rep
Fine, that's why the tech nine is always kept
16 shots, 16 niggas hurt 16 staggers, 16 hit the dirt
In the hospital beds, coffins all in state Cause all 16 shots went dead to the head
[G] I can't think about anything else Just my [Eb] family and then I go for [Em] self
In the streets it's hard but in jail [G] it's even tougher
That's when shit get rougher So I stay far away, no horseplay
I stray from negativity and I 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 [Gm] I go somewhere half beef [G] with a crew
Bop bop, he's dead
Bop bop, the dog too
Main maniacs of all maniacs in Manhattan Step on the [Bb] sidewalk and suckers start scatting
Respect with the tech, I get my money with a Mac
A 380 infrared light is exactly [Ab] what I pack
Cause I'm the [Dm] king of New York, like Fred White
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 [Eb] but they can't get it right
[Dm] I'm the king of [Bb] New York, like Fred [Dm] White
Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[D] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my castle
[Dm] Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it right
[E] I [N] had _ it hard but I took it in stride I did a lot of bad shit then I had to hide
The message of death, killing rappers and lovers
Other brothers get smothered, also mothers under covers
To get paid was the reason, for murder to treason
It depended on the season, cause I did all types of shit
I murder niggas for free and also contract hits
I specialize in hand to hand combat More street fights than a motherfucking alley cat
As I bash your head I laugh at ya About this little nigga since Shaft in Africa
I'm not peaceful like Desmond Tutu I drink blood like it's Yuhu, I kill [C] like Chakuzulu
[G] There's three rules I live [Abm] by, boy And that's crush, kill, destroy
[Am] Let the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no [Dm] hassle
The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
Let _ [F] _
[Em] the king do his [Eb] thing, don't give me no hassle
[Dm] The streets is my [Eb] throne, New York is my [Dm] castle
Some come close [Eb] but they can't get it [Dm] right
_ _ [N] _
Cause it's going out to my nigga J Black, the real king of New York _ _