Don Cartagena
Fat Joe lyrics
Fat Joe lyrics
"King of New York Lyrics"
Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man Lyrics
Oscar Hammerstein II / Jerome Kern Oh listen, sister I love my mister man and I can't tell you why Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man It must be sumpin' dat de angels done plan De chimbley's smokin' De roof is leakin' in But he don't seem to care He can be happy With jes' a sip of gin I even loves him when his kisses got gin Fish
Oscar Hammerstein II / Jerome Kern Oh listen, sister I love my mister man and I can't tell you why Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man It must be sumpin' dat de angels done plan De chimbley's smokin' De roof is leakin' in But he don't seem to care He can be happy With jes' a sip of gin I even loves him when his kisses got gin Fish
[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)
Promesas Lyrics
Hoy al fin despert de este sueo de amor creo que olvidaste si, tu propuesta y ya vez, hoy decimos dios Promesas, rompiste tus promesas pues poco me cumpliste todo se te olvido intentos que quedan en el aire se venci la ilusin de vivir este amor Yo crei todo aquello, y busque nuevas formas de amar pero fue quiza
Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars andHoy al fin despert de este sueo de amor creo que olvidaste si, tu propuesta y ya vez, hoy decimos dios Promesas, rompiste tus promesas pues poco me cumpliste todo se te olvido intentos que quedan en el aire se venci la ilusin de vivir este amor Yo crei todo aquello, y busque nuevas formas de amar pero fue quiza
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
The One You Love Lyrics
The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm Trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done
[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<
Can't Get With That Lyrics
[Jay=Z] Yeah!! Check it, check it out Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X) I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that
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I don't know why you surprised bitches love the kid[Jay=Z] Yeah!! Check it, check it out Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X) I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that
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...