But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's gone
The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin a shit
Must feel ill to see your boss get extorted
MTV's comin' over just to feel my "Crib"
Hustlin' is the key to success but could you do it
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie
Shit is mad ea-say to wet you up
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his crown
Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?
Aiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y.
Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it through
She gon', set you up, I been to the crib
Betchu sayin', "Damn, what we did to duke?"
Ask the deez how my Eagle blew
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold
A born killer quick to wave the mack
Rollin' with me, could only get you fast cars and
I plant clips at ya fam's lobby
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
I'm more realer than the way you act
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go
The original King of New York has returned
Not any squad or clique can squab with this
The fuck? What?
Specialize in audits and makin' hot tapes
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is
I pop shit 'cuz you can't stop me
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin a shit
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
Nigga mind on my money, money on my mind
I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
I been layin' it down, the spray and the town
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold
Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow back?
I thought I said it all in, "He's Not Real"
Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader
Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go
I don't know why you surprised, bitches love the kid
Saya, Saya
Or clap at ya truck while you ridin' through the freeway
Man, I'm feelin' great, pushin' mad units
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
But we gettin' mad chave in the life we live
The Don is the King of New York
More rich 'cuz they can't rob me
Man, fuck them other kids, that's how I feel
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold
Not a damn soul, I let you know from the get go
What is it Khalid, what is it?
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
Joe the Don and you been warned
And it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Shit's still real man you never shoulda bought it
Well, ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
Now you wanna get it on 'cuz ya dollars stack
Don't believe that's the streets till proof
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
And all you niggaz gotta face the fact
Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this?
Not any squad or clique can squab with this
(Nah you ain't fuckin' wit' us)
Shit I only want what's stolen from me
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars
But you beggin' me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
Not any squad or clique can squab with this
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
Joey Crack and I be the truth
