Mutha$#&@ it, I get straight to the point
You don't dig what I'm sayin, then $#&@ you
Cause sellin drugs only job that a ^!$$% got

Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
Some ^!$$%s live, some ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% like me you ain't reachin

Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
Makin money like 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 $$#, 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 ^!$$%, it ain't no thang

(Gangster Boogie)


Pull a 8 on a ^!$$%, say '$#&@ 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 %#@!, 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 %#@!)


King of New York


Yo mutha$#&@a, it's time to get rolled on
Strolled on, you better get a hold on
How the $#&@ 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 ^!$$% be feelin

I call a homie on the mobile
What up, my ^!$$%, it's about that time
Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine

When 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 ^!$$% on the corner sellin lleyo

Pull up, "Yo, what up, gee?"
He didn't see my ^!$$% in the backseat
All I heard was "Please don't shoot!"

Grabbed the caine and the loot
(It's like that, and that's the way it is)
(So damn) (tough)

Now a ^!$$% 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 %#@! I just did
Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Said "Oh %#@!!" - I hit the floor

One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
I said "Oh %#@!!" - jumped through the window
Bullets were flyin, people was cryin

$#&@ it, some ^!$$% was dyin
You either gas on or you get gased
Now I die with a bullet in my $$#


(So damn) (tough)
(So damn) (tough)

King of New York

(Two years ago a friend of mine)

(Two years ago a friend of mine)
(They try to be like me)