New York
d.d. Scout Plane Lyrics

Muthafuck it, I get straight to the point
I don't waste time, let's get to the point.

You don't dig what I'm sayin, then fuck you
If you don't understand me, that's your problem.

Cause sellin drugs only job that a nigga got
Drug dealing is the only way for me to earn money.

Sellin caine to the kids in the parkin lot
I sell cocaine to children in the parking lot.

Some niggas live, some niggas gotta get dropped
In life, some people live while others get killed.

You say 'damn' - my man, you don't understand
You don't truly comprehend my situation.

How could you be so cold to a brotherman?
Why can't you empathize with me as a fellow Black man?

Don't come around here teachin and preachin
Don't try to tell me how to live my life.

Because a nigga like me you ain't reachin
You can't relate to someone like me.

Cause all I care about is sellin my lleyo
I'm solely focused on making money by selling drugs.

Makin money like a nigga make mayo
I make money easily, like it's no big deal.

Toke on weed, sippin on my Olde E
I smoke marijuana and drink Olde English beer.

All the crackheads all on my wee-wee
Addicts are constantly bothering me for drugs.

Rollin hard in a rag-top Volvo
I'm driving around in a convertible Volvo.

911 on my ass, I'ma roll on
I'm being chased by the police but I won't stop.

You don't understand where a brother comin from
You can't identify with my struggles.

That's why young black men always on the run
That's why Black men are always running from the police.

You either gangbang, or you get hanged
Either join a gang or be killed.

Kill another nigga, it ain't no thang
Killing someone isn't a big deal to me.

Pull a 8 on a nigga, say 'fuck you'
I threaten someone with a gun and say 'fuck you'.

Then pull away in my BMW
I drive off in my BMW.

Cause on the street you gotta be a little meaner
In the streets, you need to be more ruthless.

But that's how my pockets get greener
That's how I make more money.

Runnin shit, gotta be a little candid
I'm in charge and need to be more honest.

Some time you be a little a bandit
Sometimes I have to break the law.

Sellin dope out of my crackhouse
I sell drugs out of my crackhouse.

You either kick game, or you get gamed
You either know how to play the game or you'll be taken advantage of.

(You don't know the pain)
You don't understand the pain I've been through.

King of New York
I'm the king of New York.

Yo muthafucka, it's time to get rolled on
It's time for me to rob someone.

Strolled on, you better get a hold on
I'm coming for you, so be ready.

How the fuck you expect me to get back
How did you expect me to 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
Killing is easy for me.

That's how a nigga be feelin
That's how I feel.

I call a homie on the mobile ( *dialing* )
I call a friend on my phone.

What up, my nigga, it's about that time
Hey, friend, it's time to carry out our plan.

Grab the Uzi, the eight and the nine
Grab the guns we need.

When a nigga be rollin on the ave
When someone is driving around the street.

Sometime it gonna be a blood bath
Sometimes people are going to die.

But when I'm comin, no playin, no jokin
I'm not there to play games or joke around.

I let the Uzi and nine be smokin
I let my guns do the talking.

Alright now, back to my tale, yo
Now let me tell you what happened.

Spot the nigga on the corner sellin lleyo
I see someone selling drugs on the corner.

Pull up, 'Yo, what up, gee?'
I pull up and say 'what's up?'

He didn't see my nigga in the backseat
He didn't see my friend in the backseat of the car.

All I heard was 'Please don't shoot!'
All I hear is someone begging for their life.

( *shots* ) grabbed the caine and the loot
I shoot the man and take his drugs and money.

(It's like that, and that's the way it is)
That's how things are.

(So damn) (tough)
This situation is really tough.

Now a nigga on the top of the world, see
Now I'm on top of the world.

I got the women, the dope and the jewelry
I have lots of women, drugs, and jewelry.

I'm livin large in a fat-ass crib
I'm living in a big, fancy house.

Don't give a damn about the shit I just did
I don't care about the bad things I've done.

Then I heard a knock-knock at my door
Then I hear a knock at the door.

Said 'Oh shit!' - I hit the floor
I panic and hit the floor.

One of my homies on the ave was a big snitch
One of my friends on the street is a big snitch.

I said 'Oh shit!' - jumped through the window
I run and jump through a window.

Bullets were flyin, people was cryin
Bullets are flying and people are crying.

Fuck it, some nigga was dyin
Someone was killed.

You either gas on or you get gased
Either you take action or be killed.

Now I die with a bullet in my ass
Now I'm going to die.

(Two years ago a friend of mine)
This happened two years ago to my friend.

(They try to be like me)
People try to emulate me.

(Kick that shit)
Start the music.

(Gangster Boogie)
This is Gangster Boogie.