King Of N.Y.

[Saya] An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now! Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck! Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill? [Khalid] Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!! [Saya] What is it Khalid, what is it? [Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe] The fuck?! What?! Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind Nigga mind on my money; money on my mind Aiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y. Well ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin the street, holdin the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us) Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars, but we gettin mad chave in the life we live MTV's comin over just to feel my "Crib" Man fuck them other kids! That's how I feel I thought I said it all in "He's Not Real" But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still Shit's still real man you never shoulda bought it Must feel ill to see your boss get extorted Specialize in audits and makin hot tapes This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin weight Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units Hustlin is the key to success but could you do it I been layin it down, the spray and the town It's about time the rightful owner claimed his crown [Chorus: Buju Banton + Fat Joe] [BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?! As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit! [FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you know from the get go! Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold! [BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?! As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit! [FJ] Not any squad or clique can squab with this! Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is! [Fat Joe] Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon' die And it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJ Or clap at ya truck while you ridin through the freeway Shit is mad ea-say to wet you up Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked She gon', set you up, I been to the crib I don't know why you surprised bitches love the kid I'm more realer than the way you act A born killer quick to wave the mack And all you niggaz gotta face the fact I pop shit cuz you can't stop me More rich cuz they can't rob me I plant clips at ya fam's lobby Joe the Don and you been warned But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's gone Now you wanna get it on cuz ya dollars stack Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow back? Joey Crack and I be the truth Don't believe that's the streets till proof Ask the deez how my Eagle blew Betchu sayin, "Damn, what we did to duke?!" Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it through [Chorus 2x] The Don is the King of New York.. The Don is the King of New York