Muthaf** it, I get straight to the point
You don't dig what I'm sayin, then f** you
Cause sellin d** only job that a n***a got
Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
Some n***as live, some n***as 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 n***a like me you ain't reachin
Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
Makin money like a n***a 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 a**, I'mma roll on
You don't understand where a brother comin from
That's why young black men always on the run
You either g**n, or you get hanged
k** another n***a, it ain't no thang
(Gangster Boogie)
Pull a 8 on a n***a, say 'f** 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 sh**, 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 sh**)
King of New York
Yo muthaf**a, it's time to get rolled on
Strolled on, you better get a hold on
How the f** 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 k**in
That's how a n***a be feelin
I call a homie on the mobile ( *dialing* )
What up, my n***a, it's about that time
Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
When a n***a 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 n***a on the corner sellin lleyo
Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"
He didn't see my n***a 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 n***a on the top of the world, see
I got the women, the dope and the j**elry
I'm livin large in a fat-a** crib
Don't give a damn about the sh** I just did
Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Said "Oh sh**!" - I hit the floor
One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
I said "Oh sh**!" - jumped through the window
Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
f** it, some n***a was dyin
You either gas on or you get gased
Now I die with a bullet in my a**
(So damn) (tough)
(So damn) (tough)
King of New York
(Two years ago a friend of mine)
(Two years ago a friend of mine) --] Run
(They try to be like me) --] Dr. Dre