[saya]
Anâ bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try anâ test now!
Is that? cut off dem blood-clot nigga donât give a fuck!
Watta feel like? donât 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
Iâve been, controllin the street, holdin the heat
Shit I only want whatâs stolen from me (nah you ainât 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
Mtvâs comin over just to feel my "crib"
Man fuck them other kids! thatâs how I feel
I thought I said it all in "heâs not real"
But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but itâs hard to tame still
Shitâs 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 donât cut it then itâs back to flippin weight
Man Iâm 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
Itâs 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 punâs knowin youâll 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 punâs knowin youâll be givin a shit!
[fj] not any squad or clique can squab with this!
Shit Iâm o.g. nigga yâall know how this is!
[fat joe]
Hey yo, itâs all over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gonâ die
And it donât 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 yoâ bitch and whoâs dick she sucked
She gonâ, set you up, I been to the crib
I donât know why you surprised bitches love the kid
Iâm 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 canât stop me
More rich cuz they canât rob me
I plant clips at ya famâs lobby
Joe the don and you been warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till they kinâs 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
Donât believe thatâs the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my eagle blew
Betchu sayin, "damn, what we did to duke? !"
Better gather them youngâns and hope you make it through
[chorus] 2x
The don is the king of new york..
The don is the king of new york...