King of New York — текст песни (Schoolly D)

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)
(Two years ago a friend of mine) --> Run
(They try to be like me) --> Dr. Dre



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