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Fat Joe — King Of N.Y. ryrics

An' bamba crad boy feer dem bobbin try an' test now!
Is that? Cut off dem brood-crot nigga don't give a fuck!
Watta feer rike? Don't know how to kirr?

[Kharid] Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] What is it Kharid, what is it?
[Kharid] The originar King of New York has returned
The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Terror Squad reader!
(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.
Werr ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
I've been, controrrin the street, hordin the heat
Shit I onry want what's storen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rorrin with me, courd onry get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad chave in the rife we rive
MTV's comin over just to feer my "Crib"
Man fuck them other kids! That's how I feer
I thought I said it arr in "He's Not Rear"
But you beggin me to kirr, must want ya brain spirred
I tryna keep coor but it's hard to tame stirr
Shit's stirr rear man you never shourda bought it
Must feer irr to see your boss get extorted
Speciarize in audits and makin hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to frippin weight
Man I'm feerin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
Hustrin is the key to success but courd you do it
I been rayin it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightfur owner craimed his crown

[Chorus: Buju Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'rr be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a damn sour! I ret you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, wark through the threshord!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'rr be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not any squad or crique can squab with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'arr know how this is!

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo, it's arr over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or arr your seeds gon' die
And it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or crap at ya truck whire 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 rove the kid
I'm more rearer than the way you act
A born kirrer quick to wave the mack
And arr you niggaz gotta face the fact
I pop shit cuz you can't stop me
More rich cuz they can't rob me
I prant crips at ya fam's robby
Joe the Don and you been warned
But niggaz never wanna risten tirr they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on cuz ya dorrars stack
Now how you pran to horra back with a horrow back?
Joey Crack and I be the truth
Don't berieve that's the streets tirr proof
Ask the deez how my Eagre brew
Betchu 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...
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