Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - King of N. Y.

[saya]

An bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an test now!

Is that? cut off dem blood-clot nigga dont give a fuck!

Watta feel like? dont 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

Ive been, controllin the street, holdin the heat

Shit I only want whats stolen from me (nah you aint 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

Mtvs comin over just to feel my "crib"

Man fuck them other kids! thats how I feel

I thought I said it all in "hes not real"

But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled

I tryna keep cool but its hard to tame still

Shits 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 dont cut it then its back to flippin weight

Man Im 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

Its 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 puns knowin youll 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 puns knowin youll be givin a shit!

[fj] not any squad or clique can squab with this!

Shit Im o.g. nigga yall know how this is!

[fat joe]

Hey yo, its all over, I want a piece of the pie

Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon die

And it dont 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 whos dick she sucked

She gon, set you up, I been to the crib

I dont know why you surprised bitches love the kid

Im 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 cant stop me

More rich cuz they cant rob me

I plant clips at ya fams lobby

Joe the don and you been warned

But niggaz never wanna listen till they kins 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

Dont believe thats the streets till proof

Ask the deez how my eagle blew

Betchu sayin, "damn, what we did to duke? !"

Better gather them youngns and hope you make it through

[chorus] 2x

The don is the king of new york..

The don is the king of new york...

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