Fat Joe - King Of N.y. Lyrics

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[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 I'll 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

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[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 '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 niggaz 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 "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...

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