[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 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
    [Chorus 2x]
    The Don is the King of New York..
  The Don is the King of New York...