lirik lagu fat joe - king of n.y.
[saya]
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…
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