[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 returned   The King of New York, the Don Cartagena   Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader!   (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.   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      [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 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 '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 niggaz never wanna listen till 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 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      [Chorus] 2x      The Don is the King of New York..   The Don is the King of New York...