King Of N. Y. Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

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? 

Uh-uh. 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! 

(Whoo. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) 

The fuck?! What?! 

Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind 

Nigga mind on my money; money on my mind 

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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 

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 feel 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 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 (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 

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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. nigga y'all know how this is! 

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 who's 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 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 fam's lobby 

Joe the Don and you been warned 

But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's 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 young'ns and hope you make it through 

2x 

The Don is the King of New York. 

The Don is the King of New York...