Fat Joe King Of N.Y. Lyrics

(feat. Buju Banton)

[Saya]
An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now!
Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot n____ don't give a f___!
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 f___?! What?!
Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind
n____ 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
s___ I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't f___in wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and
f___ mad b____es 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 f___ 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
s___'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 s___ 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 f___ you know be f___in with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a s___!
[FJ] Not a d___ soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the f___ you know be f___in with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a s___!
[FJ] Not any squad or clique can squab with this!
s___ I'm O.G. n____ y'all know how this is!

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie
n____ 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
s___ is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' b____ and who's d___ she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the crib
I don't know why you surprised b____es love the kid
I'm more realer than the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the mack
And all you n____z gotta face the fact
I pop s___ 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 n____z 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, "d___, 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...