Fat Joe - King NY Lyrics
[saya]An bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an test now!Is that? cut off dem blood-clot nigga dont give a *****!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 returnedThe king of new york, the don cartagenaJoe crack, terror squad leader!(whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!)[fat joe]The *****? ! what? !Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mindNigga mind on my money; money on my mindAiyyo, who can test i, the true king of n.y.Well ever since big boy died from bed-stuyIve been, controllin the street, holdin the heatShit I only want whats stolen from me (nah you aint *****in wit us)Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and***** mad *****es and, dine amongst the stars,But we gettin mad chave in the life we liveMtvs comin over just to feel my "crib"Man ***** them other kids! thats how I feelI thought I said it all in "hes not real"But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilledI tryna keep cool but its hard to tame stillShits still real man you never shoulda bought itMust feel ill to see your boss get extortedSpecialize in audits and makin hot tapesThis rap shit dont cut it then its back to flippin weightMan Im feelin great (whoo!) pushin mad unitsHustlin is the key to success but could you do itI been layin it down, the spray and the townIts about time the rightful owner claimed his crown[chorus: buju banton + fat joe][bb] who the ***** you know be *****in 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 ***** you know be *****in 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 pieNigga hand it over or all your seeds gon dieAnd it dont take much for me to kidnap a djOr clap at ya truck while you ridin through the freewayShit is mad ea-say to wet you upBetta, watch yo ***** and whos dick she suckedShe gon, set you up, I been to the cribI dont know why you surprised *****es love the kidIm more realer than the way you actA born killer quick to wave the mackAnd all you niggaz gotta face the factI pop shit cuz you cant stop meMore rich cuz they cant rob meI plant clips at ya fams lobbyJoe the don and you been warnedBut niggaz never wanna listen till they kins goneNow you wanna get it on cuz ya dollars stackNow how you plan to holla back with a hollow back?Joey crack and I be the truthDont believe thats the streets till proofAsk the deez how my eagle blewBetchu sayin, "damn, what we did to duke? !"Better gather them youngns and hope you make it through[chorus] 2xThe don is the king of new york..The don is the king of new york...
