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king of new york - schoolly d lyrics

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-gg- got
sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
some n-gg-s live, some n-gg-s gotta get dropped
you say ‘d-mn’ – 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-gg- like me you ain’t reachin
cause all i care about is sellin my lleyo
makin money like a n-gg- 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 -ss, 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 g-ngb-ng, or you get hanged
kill another n-gg-, it ain’t no thang

(gangster boogie)

pull a 8 on a n-gg-, 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

yo m-th-f-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-gg- be feelin
i call a homie on the mobile [dialing]
what up, my n-gg-, it’s about that time
grab the uzi, the eight and the nine
when a n-gg- 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-gg- on the corner sellin lleyo
pull up, “yo, what up, gee?”
he didn’t see my n-gg- 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-mn) (tough)
now a n-gg- on the top of the world, see
i got the women, the dope and the jewelry
i’m livin large in a fat–ss crib
don’t give a d-mn 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-gg- was dyin
you either gas on or you get gased
now i die with a bullet in my -ss

(so d-mn) (tough)
(so d-mn) (tough)
king of new york

(two years ago a friend of mine)
[run] (two years ago a friend of mine)
[dr. dre] (they try to be like me)

- schoolly d lyrics

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