Fat Joe, Buju Banton - King of N.Y. lyrics

[Fat Joe, Buju Banton - King of N.Y. lyrics]

Any bumbaclart boy feel dem bad
Try an' test now, it's death!
Cut off dem blood-clot neck and
Don't give a fuck!
What unu feel like? Unu the king?

The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader!
(Whoo whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)

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 NY
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 ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audit's 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 unit's
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

As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!

Wanna war with the Squad
Walk through the threshold!

As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!

Shit I'm OG nigga y'all know how this is!

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 niggas gotta face the fact
I pop shit cuz you can't stop me
More rich cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been warned
But niggas never wanna listen
Till they kin's 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
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

The Don is the King of New York
The Don is the King of New York

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