NYC King of the Streets

From the streets of NYC, where the game is real,

Talk easy, or get stabbed—the deal,

King of the throne, nobody above,

Jointboyz forever, solid as the love.

Born and raised in the concrete jungle, you know the vibe,

Every borough, every block, where the real survive,

Eyes wide, stay strapped, keep the hustle alive,

Empire State of mind, watch me thrive.

High above the rest, can't see me in the sky,

Living legendary, never asking why,

From the city that never sleeps, I testify,

Jointboyz forever, till the day I die.

NYC’s own king, standing tall and proud,

Blocking out the noise, making my crowd,

We got you, from the street to the crown,

Unity in every borough, breaking it down.

Talk sharp, walk quick, stay on your grind,

In the city of dreams, always gotta shine,

Forks and knives, but we cut through time,

Forever Jointboyz, the legacy is mine.

So remember the name, respect the throne,

From NYC streets, always known,

Jointboyz forever, set in stone,

This is our city—king's zone.