Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Of New York , by - Schoolly D. Song from the album How A Black Man Feels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1990
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
King Of New York |
| 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 yayo |
| 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’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 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 yayo |
| 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 |