*featuring Buju Banton
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[Saya]
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An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now!
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Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck!
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Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?
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[Khalid] Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
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[Saya] What is it Khalid, what is it?
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[Khalid] The original King of New York has returned
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The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
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Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader!
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(Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!)
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[Fat Joe]
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The fuck?! What?!
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Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind
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Nigga mind on my money; money on my mind
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Aiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y.
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Well ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
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I've been, controllin the street, holdin the heat
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Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
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Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and
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Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,
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but we gettin mad chave in the life we live
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MTV's comin over just to feel my "Crib"
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Man fuck them other kids! That's how I feel
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I thought I said it all in "He's Not Real"
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But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
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I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still
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Shit's still real man you never shoulda bought it
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Must feel ill to see your boss get extorted
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Specialize in audits and makin hot tapes
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This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin weight
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Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
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Hustlin is the key to success but could you do it
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I been layin it down, the spray and the town
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It's about time the rightful owner claimed his crown
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[Chorus: Buju Banton + Fat Joe]
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[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
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As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
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[FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you know from the get go!
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Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold!
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[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
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As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
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[FJ] Not any squad or clique can squab with this!
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Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is!
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[Fat Joe]
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Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie
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Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
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And it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJ
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Or clap at ya truck while you ridin through the freeway
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Shit is mad ea-say to wet you up
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Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
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She gon', set you up, I been to the crib
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I don't know why you surprised bitches love the kid
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I'm more realer than the way you act
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A born killer quick to wave the mack
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And all you niggaz gotta face the fact
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I pop shit cuz you can't stop me
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More rich cuz they can't rob me
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I plant clips at ya fam's lobby
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Joe the Don and you been warned
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But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's gone
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Now you wanna get it on cuz ya dollars stack
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Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow back?
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Joey Crack and I be the truth
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Don't believe that's the streets till proof
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Ask the deez how my Eagle blew
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Betchu sayin, "Damn, what we did to duke?!"
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Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it through
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[Chorus 2x]
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The Don is the King of New York..
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The Don is the King of New York...
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King Of N.Y.
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| Fat Joe |
