Suite New York
D.D. Jackson Lyrics

Muthafuck it, I get straight to the point
I don't waste time with unnecessary talk or beating around the bush

You don't dig what I'm sayin, then fuck you
If you don't understand or appreciate what I'm saying, I don't care about your opinion

Cause sellin drugs only job that a nigga got
For some people, selling drugs is the only way to make a living

Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
I sell cocaine to young individuals in parking lots

Some niggas live, some niggas gotta get dropped
Some people survive while others have to be killed

You say 'damn' - my man, you don't understand
When you say 'damn,' you still don't comprehend the reality

How could you be so cold to a brotherman?
Why are you so unsympathetic towards your fellow man?

Don't come around here teachin and preachin
Don't try to educate and moralize in this environment

Because a nigga like me you ain't reachin
You can't reach someone like me

Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
My main focus is selling my drugs

Makin money like a nigga make mayo
Making money just as easily as a person makes mayonnaise

Toke on weed, sippin on my Olde E
Smoking marijuana and drinking Olde English malt liquor

All the crackheads all on my wee-wee
Crack addicts are obsessively interested in me

Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo
Driving aggressively in a convertible Volvo

911 on my ass, I'ma roll on
The police are after me, so I'll keep evading them

You don't understand where a brother comin from
You don't comprehend the background or experiences of a black man

That's why young black men always on the run
That's why young black men are constantly fleeing or evading law enforcement

You either gangbang, or you get hanged
In this environment, you either join a gang or face severe consequences

Kill another nigga, it ain't no thang
Taking someone's life is not a big deal in this context

Pull a 8 on a nigga, say 'fuck you'
Threaten someone with a firearm and show disdain

Then pull away in my BMW
Drive off in my BMW afterwards

Cause on the street you gotta be a little meaner
In this ruthless environment, you need to be more aggressive

But that's how my pockets get greener
But being tougher is how I increase my wealth

Runnin shit, gotta be a little candid
Being in control requires being straightforward and honest

Some time you be a little a bandit
Sometimes you have to act like a criminal

Sellin dope out of my crackhouse
Selling drugs from my crackhouse

You either kick game, or you get gamed
Either you manipulate others or you become a victim of manipulation

(You don't know the pain)
(You can't comprehend the suffering)

King of New York
I am the ruler or top figure in New York City

Yo muthafucka, it's time to get rolled on
Hey, you motherfucker, it's time for me to attack or ambush you

Strolled on, you better get a hold on
I will calmly and confidently overpower you, so prepare yourself

How the fuck you expect me to get back
How do you think I would return or retaliate

If I never had to pull on my git-gat?
If I never had to use my gun?

Because to me it ain't nothin but a killin
Because to me, taking a life is just something normal or insignificant

That's how a nigga be feelin
That's the emotions or mentality that a person like me experiences

I call a homie on the mobile ( *dialing* )
I make a phone call to a friend using a mobile device

What up, my nigga, it's about that time
Hey, my friend, it's time for us to take action

Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
Retrieve weapons such as an Uzi submachine gun, a .38 caliber revolver, and a 9mm handgun

When a nigga be rollin on the ave
When I'm driving down the avenue

Sometime it gonna be a blood bath
Sometimes there will be a violent and deadly conflict

But when I'm comin, no playin, no jokin
But when I'm approaching, there's no room for playful or humorous behavior

I let the Uzi and nine be smokin
I allow the Uzi submachine gun and 9mm handgun to discharge rounds of ammunition

Alright now, back to my tale, yo
Now, let's return to my story

Spot the nigga on the corner sellin lleyo
Notice the man selling drugs on the street corner

Pull up, 'Yo, what up, gee?'
Approach him and say, 'Hey, what's up, my friend?'

He didn't see my nigga in the backseat
He didn't notice my accomplice sitting in the rear of the car

All I heard was 'Please don't shoot!'
I only heard him pleading for his life, begging not to be shot

( *shots* ) grabbed the caine and the loot
(Gunshots) seized the cocaine and the stolen goods

(It's like that, and that's the way it is)
(That's how it is, and there's nothing more to say)

(So damn) (tough)
(So incredibly) (hard or tough)

Now a nigga on the top of the world, see
Now I feel like I'm at the peak of success or power

I got the women, the dope and the jewelry
I have access to women, drugs, and expensive accessories

I'm livin large in a fat-ass crib
I'm living luxuriously in a spacious and extravagant house

Don't give a damn about the shit I just did
I don't care about or regret my recent actions

Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at my door

Said 'Oh shit!' - I hit the floor
I panicked and quickly dropped to the ground

One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
One of my friends on the street was a significant informant

I said 'Oh shit!' - jumped through the window
I exclaimed in shock and immediately leaped out of the window

Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
Gunfire was happening, and people were screaming in fear or pain

Fuck it, some nigga was dyin
I didn't care anymore, some person was dying

You either gas on or you get gased
You either deceive others or become deceived yourself

Now I die with a bullet in my ass
Now I meet my demise with a gunshot wound to my buttocks

(Two years ago a friend of mine)
(In the past, a friend of mine)

(They try to be like me)
(They attempt to imitate or emulate me)

(Kick that shit)
(Start playing that music)