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[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 returnedThe King of New York, the Don CartagenaJoe Crack, Terror Squad leader!(Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!)[Fat Joe]The fuck?! What?!Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mindNigga mind on my money; money on my mindAiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y.Well ever since Big Boy died from Bed-StuyI've been, controllin the street, holdin the heatShit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars andFuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,but we gettin mad chave in the life we liveMTV's comin over just to feel my "Crib"Man fuck them other kids! That's how I feelI thought I said it all in "He's Not Real"But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilledI tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame stillShit's still real man you never shoulda bought itMust feel ill to see your boss get extortedSpecialize in audits and makin hot tapesThis rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin weightMan I'm feelin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad unitsHustlin is the key to success but could you do itI been layin it down, the spray and the townIt's 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 Pun's 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 Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit![FJ] Not any squad or clique can squab with this!Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is![Fat Joe]Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pieNigga hand it over or all your seeds gon' dieAnd it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJOr clap at ya truck while you ridin through the freewayShit is mad ea-say to wet you upBetta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she suckedShe gon', set you up, I been to the cribI don't know why you surprised bitches love the kidI'm more realer than the way you actA born killer quick to wave the mackAnd all you niggaz gotta face the factI pop shit cuz you can't stop meMore rich cuz they can't rob meI plant clips at ya fam's lobbyJoe the Don and you been warnedBut niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's goneNow you wanna get it on cuz ya dollars stackNow how you plan to holla back with a hollow back?Joey Crack and I be the truthDon't believe that's the streets till proofAsk the deez how my Eagle blewBetchu sayin, "Damn, 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...more