King of New York lyrics

[Verse 1]
Muthaf*ck it, I get straight to the point
You don't dig what I'm sayin, then f*ck you
Cause sellin drugs only job that a n*gga got
Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
Some n*ggas live, some n*ggas 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*gga like me you ain't reachin
Cause all I care about is sellin my yayo
Makin money like a n*gga 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'mma 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 n*gga, it ain't no thang

(Gangster Boogie)

[Verse 2]
Pull a 8 on a n*gga, say 'f*ck 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*t, 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*t)

King of New York

[Verse 3]
Yo muthaf*cka, it's time to get rolled on
Strolled on, you better get a hold on
How the f*ck 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 n*gga be feelin
I call a homie on the mobile (dialing)
What up, my n*gga, it's about that time
Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
When a n*gga 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*gga on the corner sellin yayo
Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"
He didn't see my n*gga 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*gga 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 sh*t I just did
Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Said "Oh sh*t!" - I hit the floor
One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
I said "Oh sh*t!" - jumped through the window
Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
f*ck it, some n*gga 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