King Of New York

Muthafuck it, I get straight to the point

You don't dig what I'm sayin, then fuck you

Cause sellin drugs only job that a nigga got

Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot

Some niggas live, some niggas gotta get dropped

You say 'damn' - my man, you don't understand

How could you be so cold to a brotherman?

Don't come around here teachin and preachin

Because a nigga like me you ain't reachin

Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo

Makin money like a nigga make mayo

Toke on weed, sippin on my Olde E

All the crackheads all on my wee-wee

Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo

911 on my ass, I'ma roll on

You don't understand where a brother comin from

That's why young black men always on the run

You either gangbang, or you get hanged

Kill another nigga, it ain't no thang

(Gangster Boogie)

Pull a 8 on a nigga, say 'fuck you'

Then pull away in my BMW

Cause on the street you gotta be a little meaner

But that's how my pockets get greener

Runnin shit, gotta be a little candid

Some time you be a little a bandit

Sellin dope out of my crackhouse

You either kick game, or you get gamed

(You don't know the pain)

(Kick that shit)

King of New York

Yo muthafucka, it's time to get rolled on

Strolled on, you better get a hold on

How the fuck you expect me to get back

If I never had to pull on my git-gat?

Because to me it ain't nothin but a killin

That's how a nigga be feelin

I call a homie on the mobile [dialing]

What up, my nigga, it's about that time

Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine

When a nigga be rollin on the ave

Sometime it gonna be a blood bath

But when I'm comin, no playin, no jokin

I let the Uzi and nine be smokin

Alright now, back to my tale, yo

Spot the nigga on the corner sellin lleyo

Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"

He didn't see my nigga in the backseat

All I heard was "Please don't shoot!"

[shots] grabbed the caine and the loot

(It's like that, and that's the way it is)

(So damn) (tough)

Now a nigga on the top of the world, see

I got the women, the dope and the jewelry

I'm livin large in a fat-ass crib

Don't give a damn about the shit I just did

Then I heard a knock-knock at my door

Said "Oh shit!" - I hit the floor

One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch

I said "Oh shit!" - jumped through the window

Bullets were flyin, people was cryin

Fuck it, some nigga was dyin

You either gas on or you get gased

Now I die with a bullet in my ass

(So damn) (tough)

(So damn) (tough)

King of New York

(Two years ago a friend of mine)

[Run] (Two years ago a friend of mine)

[Dr. Dre] (They try to be like me)