King Of New York

Muthaf**k it I get straight to the point

You don't dig what I'm sayin then f**k you

Cause sellin d**gs 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 'd**n' -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 w**d sippin on my Olde E

All the crackheads all on my wee-wee

Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo

911 on my a*s 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 n***a it ain't no thang

Gangster Boogie

Pull a 8 on a n***a say 'f**k 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 s**t gotta be a little candid

Some time you be a little a bandit

Sellin d**e out of my crackhouse

You either kick game or you get gamed

You don't know the pain

Kick that s**t

King of New York

Yo muthaf**ka it's time to get rolled on

Strolled on you better get a hold on

How the f**k 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***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 d**n

Tough

Now a n***a on the top of the world see

I got the women the d**e and the jewelry

I'm livin large in a fat-a*s crib

Don't give a d**n about the s**t I just did

Then I heard a knock-knock at my door

Said Oh s**t -I hit the floor

One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch

I said Oh s**t -jumped through the window

Bullets were flyin people was cryin

F**k it some n***a was dyin

You either gas on or you get gased

Now I die with a bullet in my a*s

So d**n

Tough

So d**n

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