I don't know what what life will be in H.I.P.
H.O.P. without the boy H.O.V.
Not only NYC, I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor

When Kingdom come, you ready?
The king will come, I'm ready
I'm ready

Now everywhere I go, they like Hovi back
Up out the corner office of cul-de-sac
Where's Iceberg Slim? He was the coldest cat
Get your swag back, daddy; where your focus at?
Got to admit a lil' bit, I was sick of rap
But despite that the boy is back
And I'm so evolved, I'm so involved
I'm showin' growth, I'm so in charge
I'm CEO and, yeah, goin' God
I'm so indebted I should of been debted
Sellin' blow in the park, this is knowin' my heart
Now I'm so enlightened I might glow in the dark
I been up in the office you might know him as Clark
Just when you thought the whole world fell apart, I
Take off the blazer, loosen up the tie
Step inside the booth, Superman is alive

[Chorus]
(I will be) king of New York
(I will be) New York
Not only NYC, I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
When Kingdom come, you ready?
When Kingdom come, uh-huh
Not only NYC, I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor

I hear 'Hurry up, Hov' when I'm out in the public
These niggas like that you love it, you be it, you're of it
You breathe it, we need it, bring it back for the hustlers
Have you dust off the hammer, dance, can't touch this
C'mon, playboys, bring your cars back out
Cause your boy Hov is back, you know them broads coming out
Got 'em dancin' on the banquet like they from Bankhead
Fuck crystal so they ask what we drinking
I thought dudes were marquess rudoque
So I moved on to dom and crew rose
And it's much bigger issues in the world I know
But I first had to take care of the world I know
I'm from the bottom, so I still feel I'm from the bottom
Underdog before my cake and still couldn't stop him
Flash Gordon bring my cords and spark the light in the dark
Peter Parker, Spider-Man, all I do is climb the charts

[Chorus]

Just when they thought it was all over
I put the whole world on my back in broad shoulders the ball hover
Who you know took over tracks like that?
Guess what, New York, New York we back
And I ain't never been afraid of a drought
Since I was 6 17 they gettin' money down south
'Bout it, 'bout it Master P
Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homie Bun B
I run the streets, the streets don't run we
Y'all run, we chill, still waters run deep
I repeat, sing along with me
I run the streets, the streets don't run we
Ladies sayin' where you been, Superman
When niggas spendin' ten million and media on my hands
The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear
When you need me just throw your Roc signs in the air, yeah

[Chorus]

Writer : CARTER, SHAWN C/JAMES, RICK/MILLER, ALONZO
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing