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
not I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the glock Let these niggaz learn the hard way The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob [Fat
homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You
he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask
like you should But this is what it's like in the hood (repeat) [Joe as Sally] My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms
don't play Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby Check what you never thought, Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva
[Boots] I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha Whose
(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe & Freeway) But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking
I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over
on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe:] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he won't let
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
Punisher & Prospect) *phone conversation* [Fat Joe] Since day one, niggaz died at the Don cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond Not
where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back! [Fat Joe
[Fat Joe] Dear mama, I'm writin' you this letter from the kitchen Seems to hard, times your the only one who listens After the action, tone's still listen
Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo I'm old
Ya'll keep it real with me Yeah (I'm not 'gon play with ya'll) Good lookin' niggas all the DJs I got love for ya'll niggas man (I'm not 'gon play with