Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Of N.Y. , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Of N.Y. |
| An bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an test now! |
| Is that? |
| cut off dem blood-clot nigga dont give a fuck! |
| Watta feel like? |
| dont 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 |
| Aiyyo, who can test i, the true king of n.y. |
| Well ever since big boy died from bed-stuy |
| Ive been, controllin the street, holdin the heat |
| Shit I only want whats stolen from me (nah you aint 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 |
| Mtvs comin over just to feel my «crib» |
| Man fuck them other kids! |
| thats how I feel |
| I thought I said it all in «hes not real» |
| But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled |
| I tryna keep cool but its hard to tame still |
| Shits 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 dont cut it then its back to flippin weight |
| Man Im 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 |
| Its about time the rightful owner claimed his crown |
| who the fuck you know be fuckin with this? |
| ! |
| As big puns knowin youll 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 puns knowin youll be givin a shit! |
| not any squad or clique can squab with this! |
| Shit Im o.g. |
| nigga yall know how this is! |
| Hey yo, its all over, I want a piece of the pie |
| Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon die |
| And it dont 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 whos dick she sucked |
| She gon, set you up, I been to the crib |
| I dont know why you surprised bitches love the kid |
| Im 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 cant stop me More rich cuz they cant rob me I plant clips at ya fams lobby |
| Joe the don and you been warned |
| But niggaz never wanna listen till they kins 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 |
| Dont believe thats the streets till proof |
| Ask the deez how my eagle blew |
| Betchu sayin, «damn, what we did to duke? |
| !» |
| Better gather them youngns and hope you make it through |
| The don is the king of new york. |
| The don is the king of new york… |