Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
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The wanna be gangster;
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The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on
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the wall, I said: I'm your biggest fan
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next to my little brother Paul.
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He losing his grip, man, like Pesci, he'd flip
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and you talk to his brother he says he
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always planned this trip
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he wasn't oky-dokie running around like
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Don Quixote, trying to free a man he
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didn't even know B.
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He had the roots and he bought the suits
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and the boys didn't like him to tell you the truth
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he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he
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lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing
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flipped one fine summer afternoon
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he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.
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He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the
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Coup de Ville to Illinois.
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La-di da-di, free John Gotti
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La-di da-di, la-di
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La-di da-di, free John Gotti
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The King of New York, man, The King of New York (2x)
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He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
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two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub
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he went see the Don, without an invitation
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stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion
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they were waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine;
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and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind.
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Back in the borough the cops are acting
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thorough; they raided Franky's room
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that's when they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,
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with a rhyme that was dope, about
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how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope.
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It said, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach,
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The King of New York". (2x)
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"I never fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York".
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La-di da-di, free John Gotti
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La-di da-di, la-di
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La-di da-di, free John Gotti
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The King of New York, man, The King of New York (4x)
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The King of New York (12x)
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King of New York
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