king of n.y. lyrics – fat joe

an’ bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an’ test now!
is that? cut off dem blood-clot n*gg* don’t give a f*ck!
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*ck?! what?!
yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind
n*gg* 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
sh*t i only want what’s stolen from me (nah you ain’t f*ckin wit us)
rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and
f*ck mad b*tches 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*ck 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
sh*t’s still real man you never shoulda bought it
must feel i’ll to see your boss get extorted
specialize in audits and makin hot tapes
this rap sh*t 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*ck you know be f*ckin with this?!
as big pun’s knowin you’ll be givin a sh*t!
[fj] not a d*mn soul! i let you know from the get go!
wanna war with the squad, walk through the threshold!
[bb] who the f*ck you know be f*ckin with this?!
as big pun’s knowin you’ll be givin a sh*t!
[fj] not any squad or clique can squab with this!
sh*t i’m o.g. n*gg* y’all know how this is!

[fat joe]
hey yo, it’s all over, i want a piece of the pie
n*gg* 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
sh*t is mad ea-say to wet you up
betta, watch yo’ b*tch and who’s d*ck she sucked
she gon’, set you up, i been to the crib
i don’t know why you surprised b*tches love the kid
i’m more realer than the way you act
a born killer quick to wave the mack
and all you n*gg*z gotta face the fact
i pop sh*t ’cause you can’t stop me
more rich ’cause they can’t rob me
i plant clips at ya fam’s lobby
joe the don and you been warned
but n*gg*z never wanna listen till they kin’s gone
now you wanna get it on ’cause 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*mn, 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…

/ fat joe lyrics