King of N.Y. (feat. Buju Banton)

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?

Uh-oh, Saya, Saya

What is it Khalid, what is it?

The original King of New York has returned

The King of New York, the Don Cartagena

Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader

The fuck? What?

Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind

**** mind on my money, money on my mind

Ayo, 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

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 film 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'm 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 audits and makin' hot tapes

This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight

Man I'm feelin great, 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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go

Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not any squad or clique can squab with this

Shit I'm O.G. **** y'all know how this is

Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie

**** 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 whose 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 **** gotta face the fact

I pop shit '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 **** never wanna listen 'til 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 'til 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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go

Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not any squad or clique can squab with this

Shit I'm O.G. **** y'all know how this is

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go

Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?

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

Not any squad or clique can squab with this

Shit I'm O.G. **** y'all know how this is

The Don is the King of New York

The Don is the King of New York