Schoolly D - King of New York lyrics

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