Текст песни King NY - Fat Joe

[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
Ive been, controllin the street, holdin the heat
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (nah you aint 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
Mtvs comin over just to feel my "crib"
Man fuck them other kids! that's how I feel
I thought I said it all in "hes not real"
But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still
Shits 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 Im 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
Its 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 puns 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 puns knowin you'll 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, 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 whos dick she sucked
She gon, set you up, I been to the crib
I don't know why you surprised bitches love the kid
Im 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 can't stop me
More rich cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fams lobby
Joe the don and you been warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till they kins 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 youngns and hope you make it through

[Chorus] 2x

The don is the king of new york.
The don is the king of new york...