Artist : Eminem
Song : Lose Yourself (Soundtrack 8 Mile)
Album :
Submitted by : FLeXe JaNNeKe
Corrected by : -bernardo-
Rated : 9.5 (777 votes)
Look, if you had, one shot; one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip, yo;
His palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down
The whole crowd grows so loud he opens his mouth
But the words won't come out
He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh,
There goes rabbit he choked, he's so mad but he won't,
Give up that easy, no, he won't have it he knows,
His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter he's dope,
He knows that but he's broke, he so stacked that he knows,
When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rap city better go capture this moment
And hope it don't pass him
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
His souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward'a, new world ord'a, a normal life is boring
But superstardoms, close to post mortum
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads god only knows, he's grown farther from home
He's no father, he goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo' he's cold product
They moved on to the next shmo' who flows he nose dove, and sold nada
So the soap opera's told it unfolds I suppose it's old partner
But the beat goes on da da dum da da dum datta
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mother fuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up, and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and step writin' the next cypher
You best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the, fact that
I can't get by with my nine to five
And I can't provide the right type'a
Life for my family 'cause man,
These goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer,
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
Teetertotter caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin' on and
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
To formulate a plot 'fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot,
So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not
This maybe the only opportunity that I got
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
You better lose yourself in the music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
You can do anything you set your mind to man.
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts quot;Down on the reel to reel quot;*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts quot;Down on the reel to reel quot;*)
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts quot;Down on the reel to reel quot;*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*cuts quot;Down on the reel to reel quot;*)
Aiyyo
Double R baby, D Block
Joe Crack this is history
Who got the most cars, most guns, most bitches
And I don't gotta pull the trigga I just blow kisses
Niggaz love Jada that hate rap
Upstate tryin to get they weight back
Bout to go to k-sack
Cause I made niggaz believers
My voice my flow that helped your faggot ass get in the league
And I ain't gotta suck dick to sell records
get all outta caracter and scream and yell reckless
Listen to me; I'm the cat that'll sit in a tree
And shoot the dog in the head while he shittin and pee
And I'm just so cool; I prally could snatch Trini
from Usher in a club in Atlanta wit no jewels
You always was puss you never was hard
You know who it is Ruff Ryders and Terror-the-squad
And make sure you remember this
My lifestyle remix; 'Kiss, Joe Cracks and Remi-nisce
Y'all wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on and I'ma show you gangsta
Hoddie down wit the mac
Boggie down where it's at
Fuck around hear the sounds of these gats
Wanna clown? we react (come on) fuck dat
Don't you know what you do when you fool wit Joey Crack
I'm still the realest y'all just pretend that you
Claim to do shit that we don't remember
Always thinkin that you running the streets
Now I'ma leave you leakin under a sheet(what)
Fuckin with Joe Crack is costly
No gat can off me
They learned that when I sold lacks at 4th street
A few dudes crippleanother 2 vegi
Its more than obvious this terrorsquad crew deadly
What could we do to stop it?
everything new he cop it
convertable blue 6 before you knew they drop it
And even if they didn't wellyou would just assume he choped it
My lifestyle the shit man it's truly poppin
yea yea yea
I catch you backstatge you already know whats gon happening
Ain't gon be no applaud just a whole lotta clappin
You can't live my lifestyle lemme catch yor ass rappin
First bitch to spit a verse first bitch that I'm slappin
Tell me how these clowns gon laugh at me
When I'm flyin pass the ass pushin a pourch to it's capacity
you see me where ever joey crack be
pretty have niggaz sick like oh shit thas remi ?
Yup Straight gangsta (what) straight music
all that hype about your album and it ain't even do shit
You might have a gun but you sure don't use it
And if givin the opurtunity you prally wouldn't even shoot it
I'm the bitch in this rap shit so fuck all you wack chicks
I'm directin this movie and your just an actress
Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this
I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes
After every single show, you know (know)
One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front
Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves, cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Hey yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile
Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild
Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin in v-ducts
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggaz in New York
Sometimes I be chillin with Son
Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that
Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too
I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew
Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack
So now you know the flav, and you know the time
Brothers always be tellin me, quot;Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme quot;
So I don't front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!
Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. uh-huh..
Chill.. hah, yeah..
C'mon..
I'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get
Playin Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet
Bluffin, ain't my style, niggaz ain't sayin nothin
Cause I'm buckwild without frontin
Raw to the core, I grew up poor
Once I hit the door, I began to explore
Curiosity killed my cat, but not me
because I learned how to kill with agility
I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk
I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk
In the trunk of a car lays a body
Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty
Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn't comin back
Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh!
They can't stop me with a homicide investigation
Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station
Your best bet, is to let me jet
Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I'm upset.. huh!
I'm not the one you wanna play out in a program
Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Yeah! (2X)
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Tell em who the hell I am
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot;
[Fat Joe]
Now on the hip-hop tip, I'm no joke
Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke
MC's froze, but I never said freeze
Hopin I don't hit em like a fucked up disease
Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night
Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh!
Now you do wanna mess around with the Fat Man
cause you see my face in every newsstand
Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin
Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again
How true, I'm not about weed and brew
I'm just another papichulo like the rest of my crew
So give me the microphone
This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone
Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script
And you know, you don't wanna get your ass WHIPPED
Party over here, another in the hospital
Lincoln, Memorial, notice that's how I sent you, hah
I was the one who played the shoot 'em up games
Here's another patient, and yo what's my name
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Yeah! (2X)
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Tell em who the hell I am
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot;
[Fat Joe]
So I cruise around in the B-M
or in the Benz, hurtin enemies and makin new friends
They shake my hand, smile in my face
The nine's in my waist, so there won't be a chase
That's it, the situation is blown out of proportion
When you leave, you must use caution
Look over your shoulder, even on your block
When I come to visit, you know you're in shock
So don't say who is it, act like you know
Kickin down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe
And I got no time for games
My name is goin down in the gangsta hall of fame
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Yeah!
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot; Tell em who the hell I am
quot;This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta quot;
[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta
Representin in ninety-three
Peace to my man Diamond D
Peace out to my man Ski
This jam is letido, ha hah
We gettin money man I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the profit
First you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
What the Fuck boy
Bitch ass niggaz
They can't stop us
We turn a Profit
P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit
We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit
If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit
I'm New York's living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It's going to be hell
You dancin wit the devil
Tonight's your last night
Picture me Lil's Eazy E
Pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys to the city
And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga
I'm getting money
I'm the president Junior
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya
And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah
Clap
I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
Cook I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
If listen close my nigga you might see the future
Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook 'em up Strap 'em down
Where the road at
I'm strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch I'm paid forget about it
I'm sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans
Homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dark shit
And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin'
Get your money on
Nigga
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah it's Payback Nigga
Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
What shit - I don't know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
Crack
For every shell that fell
There's a story to tell
They say you hustler then you going to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that he fucks with me
Can a gangster go to heaven
Let me in
I call it survival you call it a sin
Damn
I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell
Yeah I'm right here
Gun in my right palm
Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san
Oh shit this mic on
I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga
You catch a hundred if you speaking in court
I'm feeling like Michael
Just before the verdict
Sweat on my forehead
I'm anxious and nervous
These streets ull eat you if you let em
Cop ull beat you
You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you
I try and listen more and speak less
Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest
You on the corner and I'm flying buy
Some foreign exotic mo' fucker
You know we flying buy
Oh you got nine lives
I got a pine box
You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped
And I ain't lying Ac
Yeah I'm lying hard
Run up on anybody that's supplying my block
I know this Nigga named Shaheim
An old school cat
Did Football numbers
And never once rat
Now he back on the block got em slinging them packs
And his rep's kind of crazy
Known for slinging them Macks
Got a baby with Sandra
Names him K-Sacks
Cause that's where he did his first bid way back
Now this Nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse
Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back
Now with some connects you could away with that
But he must of fucked wit the wrong Columbian cats
Now these niggaz comin' strapped they want they money back
And you can't tell the difference cause some of them look black
Now Sha on the block thinkin' life's a joke
And his Mama just had a dream that he might get smoked
But he don't give a fuck he been through the best wars
Knife to knife
The yard to mess halls
And these niggaz here have something else in mine
Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine
Uh huh, you guessed it
Just a matter of time
Another soldier down he got hit with a nine
Dang
Nah I ain't a rapper
Motha fuck rap
They snitched on Kim
How lame is that
This game ain't shit
But snakes and rats
Fighting each other for loose change and scraps
My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down
No life preservers
They wanna see you drown
Pull the trigger myself
They don't want know help
Now the only Nigga tell on myself is myself
Money Power Respect
You heard the Lox
Half these niggaz in here deserve to get popped
I think we another fuckin Biggy and Pac
So you Mo' fuckers could have another million man march
Now that Bitch Remy Martin
She's down with us
DJ Khaled
He's down with us
Street Runner , yeah he's down with us
Engineer Drop Yeah He's down with us
Them niggaz Cool and Dre
They down with us
Tony Sunshine
He's down with us
Macho
You know he's down with us
Sneaker boy safe
He's down with us
Pistol P
He's down with us
Richie Player
Yeah he's down with us
Alpo - you know he's down with us
DJ Surge
You know he's down with us
LV you know he's down with us
Full Flex and Mickey
They down with us
That boy Troy Carter
He's down with us
Aimee Morris you know she's down with us
Rockwild
You know he's down with us
Them boys Corrupt Money
Yeah they down with us
JB and Young Neach
They down with us
Showbiz born Lord yeh he's down with us
Diggin in the Crates is down with us
My Nigga Opie is down with us
Raulman is down with us
Percie and TA they down with us
Tego Calderon is down with us
The whole Puerto Rico is down with us
Santo Domingo is down with us
Cuba - you know they down with us
Latino's worldwide is down with us
Hector Lafarver is down with us
Pitbull
You know he's down with us
Viva Mexico yeah they down with us
The boogie down Bronx is down with us
Yeah, uh
I don't give a fuck, fuck you
Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry
Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me, CRACK
Hahaha, this is the Pendemic
We getting poppin', them hammers go
The spanish bro, (Crucial Conflict), I'm (Do or Die) with the flow
Joe Peschi in Casino, ya know
Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
Yeah, I'm being honest your honor, I killed a man
But he was a fucking problem your honor
They say Joey's a killer, everytime body shit
Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this
You know me, I'm a one man army
Even though millions'll follow just like Ghandi
I'm Malcolm, shit I bring it out 'em
Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him
Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea
Or spit conscience shit just to win a Grammy?
Nah, they gonna listen to me
All of Big Pun is flowing through me
Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rolling with me
I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity
I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying
But you'd be surprised where my music is playing
That's what they want to hear
Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer
I keep gunning for 'em, they keep running from me
I'm about my money give a fuck, I'm living comfortably
Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto
Sweatpants saggin cause I'm packing heavy metal
Yeah I made the switch from clear tops to yellow
Mami yelling out the Window *spanish dialogue*
I hate the nigga, he makes me sick man, look at him
Soon as I get enough I'ma cuff 'em and throw the book at him
He ain't get all this shit from that fucking rap money
And everytime we stop him, he thinks something's funny
Shit, heard he sells cracks on the block caught a body
Listen to his raps, he calls himself John Gotti
Officer, officer, please don't be bias
Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars?
We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Sensationalize bring packs 'cross state
And y'all niggaz lying cause young nigga dying
Over in Iraq, yeah families are crying
Controversy like oil for food
Worldwide Pendemic now we got the bird flu
Africa's in crisis, please give aid
Must we do everything like organize for our age
Katrina, Katrina, oh Ms. Katrina
I'm looking for some benefits, tell me have you seen her
Yeah...this is the Pendemic
We outta here...(crack)...see you next time if there is a next time
"Thanks to Joey Crack the Gangsta rapper
Do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra"...CRACK
Nigga every time you see man
You know you want to be me
Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly
Went from Sergio to Kenny
To moving them Lamborghini's
Got you sick to your stomach
Now you ask yourself why
Nigga, Crack was the first
You seem em in red monkeys
And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size
Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial
And you know that G five's the only way that we fly
Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop
The world beautiful
Brazilian, Columbian chicks
You know the usual
Them niggaz over there please send them some bottles
Cause they lookin' like some haters
I don't really need the problems
Cause these niggaz here
We love to give ketchup
We bloody up the whole damn room
If you let us
And I ain't tryin' to steal
I'm just tryin' to chill
And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill
Nigga
Jealousy
Nigga, You's a grown man
Why you get so jealous
Why you take the stand
Jealousy
Why you mad at my bitch
Cause she wear fly shit
And she push nice whips
Jealousy
I don't owe you man
I don't know you man
I never sold you man
Jealousy
Jealousy
Jealousy
All these niggaz jealous
Please don't be mad
Don't talk to them boys
Bring up my past
Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass
And that ten mill terror squad
Start up cash
I'm a law abiding citizen
I barely smoke blunts, now
We into real estate
We fuckin with Donald Trump now
When you know who
Told them boys what
I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot
Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV
Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht
Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy
Only Nigga from the Bronx
Though Miami's my block
Now you got us fucked up
Nigga we don't rat
We don't talk to them boy's
All we do it clap
All we do is spill Crys
Got that on tap
Look at all the shit I accomplished
Not bad for Crack
I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle
Stones are thrown at me
Record labels is hiding
Nigga's disowning Joey
And still I throw rocks at tanks
The poor peoples champ
Go against locks with shanks
Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards
Stick up kid salute the hard body god
My jail niggaz they love this shit
Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit
And my niggaz on the table
Yeah they listen to this
Little Coca
Little soda
Yeah they whipping up shit
And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me
If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury
They hit you wit that Rico
I'm not meaning PR
I'm talking full scale riots
Whole lot of triage
And I know you not scared but please be cautious
Cause these jealous ass niggaz could be walking amongst us
To my jail niggaz
To your street memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record we love you
Help, Help, Help, Help (Yeah)
Help (It's the Profit, It's the profit)
Help (East coast, West coast)
Help (Cook, cook, cook - Crack)
Help
Help (Latino Market)
Help (You know we got that shit on smash)
Help (You writing them checks, go holla at my boy Damon)
All my niggaz throw your Dubs up
If you ain't from the west side put your guns up
Let a shot go Nigga
Squeeze and Pop
Let 'em feel it when the baseline drops
And all bitches throw your hands up
You in the club with your girls
Call your man up
Cause you ain't comin' home Mami
Breathe and stop
Exhale when the baseline drop
Ay yo its murder on the streets
Killa capitol
I'm blasting you
For the love of this doe
That's what I have to do
I'm posted up
The corner King
They named me Coca
Got caught didn't say a thing
You're not supposed ta
La Costra Nostre
Gotti Gang
My shotty rang
Call it a killers exhibition
Let the body hang
A real work of art
Show your heart
I'll blow your smarts
Yeah It's the ghetto god
Rep the Bronx till I'm gone
Was sent to prison
You know me homey the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions
Fit the pussy
Then again you know that
And we don't ever see them in the hood
And they all rats
Joey don't give a fuck
Tell my nigga hold that
Usually found in the kitchen
Where the stove at
Got that weed, got that coke
Get them dope sacks
My little man pitchin'
Yeah we call him Sandy Cossacks
Lord of war
You need a hammer
I'll sell you guns
Sell coke to Pablo
Sell grammar to pun
Stop searching niggaz
I am the one
Pepper spray gangsta's
Show you how the iron is slung
Now I could play like Kanye and let me chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses
But that just ain't Joe
Play shots and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood clot, Boomba clot
You ain't fuckin wit Joe
Now Mamma love me
Her friend hates me
Jealous cause they boyfriends ain't me
We getting at baby love
Yeah we pain free
Ain't nobody's pockets certain, here
We paid G's
Now listen up
You in love with a stripper
I fuck her and dis her
I give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
Nigga, Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks
Empty Arms and Lonely nights
That's my life without you girl
I'm so lonely I'm so blue
Without you girl my life is through
Maria
This song is dedicated
Maria - Don't you hear me calling
Maria To the most beautiful woman on the planet earth
Maria
That would be my mother Maria Cartegena
Ay yo, she's the best sister
One man love her
And if she died her tombstone would read
The world's greatest mother
August nineteenth she birthed me
I came out
Put her through hell but still in all she couldn't help but smile
I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain't got to describe her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper hot
And I remember when you worked at the number spot
Once the cops caught you I skipped school
Yeah I guess the cops was cool
They let me feed you
I cryed for hours till they finally freed you
Drop to my knees and screamed Mama we need you
Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal
Maria
Yeah Mami, I love you so much
For this pain, this love, you've been through so much,
And I thank you for everything you done for us
You've been a survivor and we love you so much
I had to dedicate this song to you Mami
I had to tell the world how much I love you
Ay yo, yo yo
I never forget the night that changed out life
A neighbor was screaming Maria come out side
Something's wrong with your son I think he's getting high
Then you replied not my son he don't be getting high
Then you bathed him and tucked him to sleep
Yeah I knew from that day life wouldn't be sweet
He got in trouble with the law
Then you bailed him out
I got in trouble with the law then you bailed me out
It was one July the fourth
They tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got signed you was diagnosed with Cancer
Doctor said it'd be a miracle if you survived
Then you looked in my eyes and said
Joey I don't want to die
I pray to god that he show us a sign
Now its fourteen years later and you still alive
Thank you God
God I thank you so much
My Mother has so much to see
So much to do
She's had such a painful life
Many nights I argue with you in my prayers but I know you're the boss
You kept her alive for a reason
Mama I'm a ride for you
I swear
Yo, I bet you proud of your son
He's a rap star now
Took you out of them projects and bought you that house
Got you that housekeeper to manicure the grounds
And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound
You take care of Joey and I love you for that
And you raising John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was an Angel
God wanted her back
Damn I really miss my sister
Guess she's better where she's at
Mammy I love you
I want the world to know I love you
And every chance I get I'm a kiss you and hug you
Life wasn't easy everyday is a struggle
But like my niggaz from Chi town say
It's all bubbles
Hoping my real mo'fuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
It's that shit right here
Took me like ten years to do
You know I cried doing this song
Man, so much pain
Mami you such a good woman
You a classy woman
I know you a private person
You don't want the world to know all your business
But I had to let them know how strong you are
I love you so much
This song is also dedicated to little Maria
One of my best friends on earth
Get your shit together girl I love you too
Juju what's up, you my nephew I love you for life
(Beat Novacane!)
Lord forgive me temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die - don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya
Yup! Death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet
Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus
You don't want no problems, problems
Fuckin with these frauders {?}
I had the ambulance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker
Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well at least that's the one I'm claimin
You know a muh'fucker that's realer then name him
Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off
Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it's just...
Yo - wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog
You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that nigga Pablo from... Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha
Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha
DAMN! Wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!
Aowwwwwwwwww! Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you!
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Pull out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
And just - rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock - who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, nowwww
Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money cause I knock on do's
Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo' - Crack, yes!
You gon' need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wessun
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the target
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you and
rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body
just DROP - yeah I'm street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
Nigga
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's 'sposed to be, nigga!
Yeah the Bronx is back
It's my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track
(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin niggaz unconcious
Been sendin niggaz to trauma; I bet now you wish
the only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag
Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat
Yeah I need a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack"
Said it, yeah it's all out war
So do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor
Yes, please believe she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses
Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin phillies, bumpin Trick nigga
New York y'all know what it is!
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen 'til they vision turn bitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch
(That's right) By now you can see that I'm global
Slappin MC's for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin shots at me
When I'm all alone, cause you're not home
All I want you to do for me is - listen baby
Said you'd hold me down, but you're never around
Can you please just - listen baby
Swizz Beatz!
Sing to me baby, uhh
Loretta I see you baby, yeah
Uh-huh, DFL
Stew, I see you too nigga
Yeah
Sit back, relax, Joe Crack's back
Joe Crack's that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on
Players keep showin love so players play on
What Crack's preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on
Good heavens, had to wait for track seven
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes
This vibe is perfect, I wonder
Maybe that's why four's the God's perfect number
And you're all my angels
Victoria's Secret insatiable, that's {?}
C'mon, get it together
My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever
Woo! Uhh
Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby
Don't catch feelings ma
You know what this is
Hahaha, bitch
Yeah, uhh, yo
When you mad she's happy when she's sad she's glad
She ecstatic to see me and she's {?}
Too much of y'all for me to keep happy
Still and all y'all keep callin me daddy
I'm tryin to change it, similar to Alaskan skies
Midnight look like the sunrise
That means I, ain't budgin, I'm still the same
Same kisser, same hugger, same Joe Crack you love him
You do ma, admit it girl you trust him
To be back at that hotel suite crushin
And you just in time
To break me off before my hotel checkout time
Hahahahaha, woo
We on tour right now
Yeah, talk to me baby, talk to me
Uhh, haha
I mean my D.C. girl, she don't like my V.A. girl
My A-T-L girl don't like my Cali baby
Yo, I know ma, I see your vision
Fuckin with me is like an all-inclusive private island vacation
Woo - room service from the A.M. to the P.M.
All, night crushin this amazin human bein
Got you love struck, topic controversial
Cause when I'm gone you're lost like that Corona commercial
I know time is money still I can't reimburse you girl
For what you wear, that's the day I reverse you girl
You get your nails painted proper
Pull out the black Amex, I'll take you shoppin
But when it's time to go I disappear like Hoffa
I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I'm gone
It's like you don't know I got a wife
HAHAHAHA, YEAH!!
And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all)
Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK!
... That's right, the welcome mat on the ground ain't the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Let's be honest y'all niggaz left me to die on that cold December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
would pull up in the corner and die, not I
... No people, not me
As long as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that 'Beat Novacane'
Make hits for the ladies with my niggaz Cool and Dre, CRACK!
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the only status cat in the game
Relevant, {?} so much niggaz love to take aim
Cause I'm...
Yeah I'm lonely
It's hard bein the only real nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era's the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It's a new regime it's a new day cocksuckers
I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician
Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition
Never to defy my wishes
I'm the king of NY, all these other niggaz liars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers come home clappin for me
Ain't no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Los Angeles
Yup! You guessed it the President didn't say shit
'Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood's so hot
My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Lil' Troy got shot
over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton' Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK!
Crack! Yeah, Scott Storch y'all
Dirty, Crack! C'mon
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
I said it's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
I got that plat no limit American Express card
Mami you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom it's tinted on four sides
Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside
Mami tell me do you like - it, I know you like - it
It's written all over your face don't fight - it
You like - it, more than I like - it
So put it all over your face don't bite - it
From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious (muah)
And we can get it poppin in the bathroom
Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck
It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all struck
Aowww! We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I'm up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin let me in
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
It's two up in the mornin now, and I'm tryin to go home wit'chu
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Ha ha, yeah, uhh, yo, uh
Get it poppin, go 'head and drop it
It's written all over your face, don't stop it
Just drop it, more like it's hot miss
Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin with Joe
Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I
put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin how you got a name like Crack
Crack - similar to Mike Jones
Say my name enough, then I'm takin you home
Aowwwwww! You know I walk with I talk with
I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone
What I look like, not takin at least
three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
Cause all these bitches fuckin with me, talk to 'em dirty
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Well it's two up in the mornin and, them niggaz try'n hate on your crew
Nigga what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Yeah what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What'chu call it - suicide, it's a suicide
And if them niggaz talk shit cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin - suicide, it's a suicide
Let's get it poppin my niggaz (Cook, yo)
I got a shotty my niggaz (oh, Lord)
I feel sorry for your mudda, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
It's four up in the mornin now, and I'm tryin to go home wit'chu
Girl what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
What'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
C'mon
Yeah, it's Crack! (What'chu gon' do)
Cafe Martorano, all my people in there partyin
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
Does anybody know... Joe...
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em niggaz
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK!
Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin
Touched the down, and he's down
See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever
Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change
Blowin through your city, here comes the pain
They say, the more things change, the more stay the same
So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88
My momma askin - {"where did he go"}
She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"}
Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"}
But little did they know - {"where did he go"}
that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green
Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green
We just, break the rules and live a life obscene
I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene
You couldn't even imagine what my eyes done seen
But now it's - I'm a thug, I'm a killer
I'm a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I'm good
I'm out, I swear after this disc I will quit
Pun if you listenin God you truly been this
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
Yeah, hahahaha
All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin
Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah
Imagine some old foe with no fire
The God done ran off and retired
No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems
No rappers these ladies, call handsome
Me I'm just dancin, velvet LaPelle
In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle
I blow smoke now, the stress done got me
Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky
{"where did he go"} I'm tryin find myself
It's hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth
And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?
Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control
It's like the Hammer story stands out; can't walk through the Bronx
Cause e'ry muh'fucker got his fuckin hands out
Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me
Changed my phone number, got everybody askin
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
Yeah, hahaha
More money more problems
Yup, it's Cook!
Yeah
Joseph Carter, that's who I be
I'm still runnin the Carter, that's how we eat
Niggaz, don't even bother cause that's when we meet
In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats
There's never been a rapper this credible as Joe
Dropped "The Incredible," I'm better with the flow
And e'rybody's askin where did he go
Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it's Cook Coke
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!
BX borough niggaz, yeah...
Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner
Peace to the money man, Macho
Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge
Ha ha, Kato rest in peace
Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA!
My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy
Hahahaha
All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there
Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon
Mexico, yeah..
{"where did he go"} it's Crack!
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off
by the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chillll, that's that '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin
And that's the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers that died
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
Yo ah! You know who rule this shit
City is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne
Anybody want beef with the D.O.N
Guaranteed it would be O.N
I could see your kint
Crouched up over in a humble position
Praying hard oh my god if he only would listen
Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave you roto
The side of your face the size of a plate
For hiding the weight you just should of give it
My squad bring horror to rap like Wes Craven
Any track I spitted on, I shitted on
Anybody disagree'n with that we could get it on
Keep a fitted on to match the rest of my clothing
Got a ill with just the leapardcan showing
And he got a pipe in his mouth that's how
Like to see the fiend with a pipe in they mouth (nigga)
If my bitch a disrespect shot light in the couch
Best believe I'm a squeeze this freaking pipe in his mouth
I'm the kid that they yapping about they just won't stop
Pearl white Cadillac you got it drop
Yeah, yeah Crack that how how we got to put down my nigga
We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go
We run this shit, Terror Squad
We run this shit, Terror Squad
Case closed casket closed
But is over for y'all brains splattered on the wall
Arms is missing
Everything we seek is the truth far from fiction
Hope y'all not far from listening
Game over up north style pillowcase full of soda
I warned y'all ah
And I usually don't do that
I usually put the tool were your tooth at
And introduced you to Jesus to the chrome
Three seconds after that is a rap for your dome
And I hate to paint a picture so perfect
Believe me dog is just for calling the act makes me nervous
My soul purpose is to rep for real
My no Camazari niggas having the death of mills
You slept on Crillz now the kids backs
With the fourth fifth griz gat
Leave your vision pitched black
Yeah, yeah Crack we need to represent nigga
We to strong to real for these niggas
Lets move
We run this shit, Terror Squad
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game back
Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
My Lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
Oh no he ain't come back like that
Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
It's the thirteenth al spinna
Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
Me and Diddy skippin out on bills
Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out, just swoonin the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of you
motherfuckers
Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Slow motion baby, unh
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All we do is speak the truth
Shit is realla then real
Shit is realla then real
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?
Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening
How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening?
Why you had to take Pun, someone so young
Had so much more to live for, as real as they come
Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story
But did they tell you how he provided for forty
family members, grandmas to shorties
Even my seeds ate off the big homie
How could you deceive your kids like that?
Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack
Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
How could I jus stand there and not react?
And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas
You know, do anything for the lime light niggas
I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna
Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey
I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?
Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love
Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love
Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up!
I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs
See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel
It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor
But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers
I keep feeding the street but the street feed back
Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks
But never dat, see I keep long money
and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me
Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out
Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house
If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour
Busting my ass to make my fans future secure
Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin
All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin"
The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla
I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
Jealousy's a muthafucka
Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya
I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior
Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya
When it's all said and done I follow my dreams
Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin
Yeah. Uhh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could it be but the squad's O.G?
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n something
Menages, orgies believe me its nothing
The girls want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' wont you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just wont mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time
Believe me is nothing
Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn
Still got my Name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
Haters want me, they love to slut me
Mad because my fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-r on the landing strip
When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
When pun died, half of y'all cried
The other half wanna See my demise
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach new heights it's unforgettable
Follow the don is all we kept telling you
Once you down with the squad you can never give up
No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that
It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like 'mine'll get better one time' you dick blowers
No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
Ten years in the game - and still going hard -
Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Uhh, my whole life never been more focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
The newspaper reported the scene was atrocious
And still find the time to please girls
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz
Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin
Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin
I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again
Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
Cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer
She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
Excuse me while I sing to you
I'm being real and that's the thing to do
I'm just living and loving
Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh)
Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
I'd rather touch you, yeah
(We ridin' on these niggas come on)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got no problem exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
But yo I'm livin' with it
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Hey Joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later
Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Niggas tell me money talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now I'm losin' my religion
That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix y'all
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron
The god, Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck
And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?)
Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?)
Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot
Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block
You see, uh
We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't
Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins
Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't
And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere)
It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear
And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that)
Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked
FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all)
I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me
Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay
Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!)
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
In 2001, we move fast
I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass
Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can)
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man)
Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged
In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs
Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas
Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas
Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late
Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off
You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off
And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!
Shout to my homies out west
The hoo-bangers!
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
All my niggas in the Bronx
Holdin them corners down
Ya heard? Get it right!
Joe cracks back, been a long time comin
No mean to disrespect but a lot of ya'lls frontin
Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas
Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggas
We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name
Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained
Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked
Generate mil's so I can buy back my old block
It's like the rap games far from the crack game
Niggas is mad lane (How come?) They act tame
You can tell from my scars life is hard
Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom's
And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us
I'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my liver
Livin my life like I dont care
I'm out to take the throne
My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home
The streets is funny peeps'll kill you
over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin
And dont keep it gully, I'm from the bronx
Home of niggas that'll stalk you senseless
Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this
Its the wild life, niggas done lost they mind
Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine
But could you blame them?
Niggas is brought up with anger
Pops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers
Yo its the wild life
Where peeps takin life for keeps
Yo its the wild life
We all brawlin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back lookin up
Like "Yo, why me?"
I never really had a pops
But who the fucks to blame
He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name
And he's my game, cuz I'm the type
To leak your frame, give you a slap
With the cast, you can meet my pain
Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know
I aint a killer but I still might clap
at shooters, you for real here
Niggas be followin with steps
I made my own moves, so the tokers
Could swallow they breath
Acknowledge the best, and do what I did
Like I'm blessed, 7 days in a coma
This is life after death
I'm in it to win, ya heard?
From beginning to end, you could get shot
even though you once considered a friend
Sometimes my minds driven to win
Tryin to scare society
But cant slip again cuz my lil' man relyin me
Everyday I put through a test
But still progress
I'm tryin to climb hills
And tryin to make me kill for less
Yo its the wild life
Where peeps takin life for keeps
Yo its the wild life
We all brawlin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back lookin up
Like "Yo, why me?"
Yo its the wildlife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wildlife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We niggas known for puttin in work
I make it all go down right
In front of your face
Another life goes to waste
For names sake of the paper chaser
It aint safe here, the bright lights cablide you
Mix sedica, swollow you whole
They cant find you
Worst thing is walkin these streets
I need clarity, peace and prosperity
Is never gon' see, so niggas with beef
Niggas bumpin they gums and teeth
Straight to the police
Tryin to plant us six feet deep
But I aint goin for that
My shit clap through your starter cap
Pull your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin
Comin from nothin, makes you struggle harder for somethin
Shit is disgusting, you can even trust who you fuckin
The wild life! Colder the nights
You niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is
And roll the dice, puffin canibus and tiva
With the Don Cartagena, believe a nigga
When I say, dont make me have to spray ya
Yo its the wildlife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wildlife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)
See what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)
Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where I'm going to
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.S. the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell Ton' that we still missin him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets
start yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell a few CD's
Buy land in Miami and cop a new B come on!
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin through
Niggaz lookin at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
Let's go..
"Got another hit, of fresh air!!"
"Oooooh, got another hit!"
Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro, and firin and pink slips
You at the club alone now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you need; you need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin through roads you mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just (?)
I ball with the best of them, flossin the emblem
First playa front get applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz)
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the FUCK, IS UP!
I stay out with the blunt, cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-I-D niggaz, know who I be
And I know what niggaz like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P.
See, niggaz like menages and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
Cuz I'm with niggaz like, "Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you live we'll be fuckin today, as long as you ain't
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like (Whoa!) Got niggaz lookin for Rem'
I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife (C'mon)
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Ba-ha-mas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin the breeze
But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey (Uh-huh)
And in a minute we'll finish it with a little me
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy
Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors complainin because they hearin the sound
It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Uh-oh, uh-oh..
Let's get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, UH!
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha!
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah.. yo.. yo..
Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?
Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right 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!
I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it
Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back
That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies...
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box
Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up
Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks
I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
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?
Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
What is it Khalid, what is it?
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!!)
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
Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
Not a damn soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold!
Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
Not any squad or clique can squab with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is!
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
The Don is the King of New York..
[Intro]
Yeah, right about now
I'm about to slow it up
For that very special lady
I see you right there
But we about to smooth it out for you
Right now
Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
[Chorus]
It's okay, it's okay
It's okay, hey, we was home anyway
It's alright, it's alright
High, High, we was all more night
NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my
I'm talkin 'bout
NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my
Who Who
NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my home
Take my chrome, I say yo It's On
If my house, I-I been here(speakin spanish too)
Es me casa y yo viva aqui
[Verse 1]
Yeah, check me out now
The other day I was chillin
In the crib with two women
We just finished swimmin
Now I'm ready to slid up in 'em
They the horny type, bout to get it on
With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm
I'm like, Holy Christ!
Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib
I'm like Who the fuck is this
like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
With a black mask that match
I'm bout to blast his mask off
Push his cabbage back
Make spaghetti out his brain
Cuz I'm steady with the aim
Niggas comin sideways, gettin petty wit da game
Musta heard about the half in the safe
The stash in the base, iced out
medals in the case
Niggas comin wit da chrome
Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out
I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone
I got the heat in my palm
Nobody's seein it though
Step your feet on my lawn
I'm puttin 3 to ya dome!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, verse 2, yo
Now I got these bitches
Screamin fo' they life
Peein on they nice
Gotta funny feelin that
They teamin on the heist
Scheemin on the ice
Wont get you nothin but killed
Front if you will, get chopped up
Stuffed in the quill
Back to the lab, got these niggas
After my math, these hoes try to play it off
But they captain is back
They must have teamed up
With some niggas thinkin they sweet
Like I just rapped and
I got a ho waitin in the street
I'm playin for keeps, I see 'em
Creepin on the moniters
Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers
I burn banana clips, make all
My victories unanimous
I'm accurate, once I catch a peak
Hey man, yo ass is hit!
Now I see 'em creepin through the front door
I think not! We exchange shots
Like cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*}
He busts, I bust back{*gunshot*}
He caught one in the chest
The other two got hit up
In the stomache and neck{*gunshots*}
I'm under the desk, freeloading
Puttin slugs in the rest
Wonderin what possessed these niggas
To come in my rest!{*gunshots*}
{*breathing hard*}
You motherfuckers want a war with me
Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas
Here I come!{*gunshots*}
Oh, shit! Motherfuckers is dead already!
Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!
Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect
Holdin the BX down
Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud
Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em
98% of these rapper's is all actor's
Stay frontin, like you wild and'll spray somethin
Come to find out, you ain't never slanged nothin
Think it's the game, gon lose the sport
I seen dude's get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a new's report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin, they ass'll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game
Nigga's will ift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the part
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's
For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
I'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium era
Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin nigga's clueless
It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this
My twin??, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G's
You better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!
Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
He's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real
Yo, ayo I'm lookin for the perfect mami to ride wit me
Only wear she like to rock is 560
Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit me
Puff blunts, like to get high just like Whitney
Thug type, "Set It Off", like Jada
And this chick go both ways, don't hate her
Back in the block, they use to try to play her
Till the Don out her to the qualities much greater
Net Worth, put the tool in the skirt
Which you fools know about gettin head in reverse
About, clockin grips, and coppin whips
You muthafucker's stay frontin, stop poppin shit
Let's not forget, who be gettin robbed wit the choker
Man, I'm still rockin my same chains from "Flow Joe"
And you know Joe stay wit tha mack
You hatin the fact, you can't do nathan to crack
YA HEARD!!!
[Fat Joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All you frontin-ass niggaz
Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what)
Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there
These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A-T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E
Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh
Are you serious
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
[Armageddon]
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat
So get the hell on with that, don't you even feel it
Get the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I woulda let you know
Coulda saved you a mouth full of head y mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, Bitch is suckin dick!
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
[Ludacris]
Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
are headed East - bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
but I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
and folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint I don't know you man!
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah..
Ch, ch, ch, ch, yeah
Terror Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three quarterla
That them there polyester
(Uh, nigga)
Ya heard me?
(What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror Squad, First Family)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?
I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to crash in
You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz give up the fuckin' knife!
(Ante up)
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' like pyjamas
(Somebody gon' get hurt today)
So be it
We the first fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
Calm down, Get back!
(Calm down)
For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I spit with intentions to rip
Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin' still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all remember Bill?)
Y'all remember the motherfuckin' deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten million ways to die!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't too many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!
Bitch I break 'em down with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't know now ya know
Holla at 'em Joe!
Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Holla at 'em Joe!
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?
Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
What?!
They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah)
And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em)
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh)
In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth
Yeah, yo
You wouldn't understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done... my life...
Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun
Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O.
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do'
With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
with chrome knowin that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!
If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it
If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
on our phones in hopes of cuffin us
(Kid Capri)
Yes indeed, What the deal
This is the world famous Kid Capri
up here wit my man Joey Crack
Joey Crack got this new joint coming out
Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is
(Fat Joe)
This is for the hoes and bitches
(Kid Capri)
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
(Fat Joe)
Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches
(Kid Capri)
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
And made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest
move ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's
foul Joe)
Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo
Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
I love the way you hold that
Joe Crack bozak
While niggas bone that
My stomach's where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the midst
That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
(Chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-Fat Joe
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her backstage at a show in Atlanta
seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
Did my eyes decieve me
Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V.
Couldn't wait to beep me
Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars
Big Joe'll railroad
Any frail hoe
Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows
Why these girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material shit
Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
These chics is hott rodders
Wit grips like Rottwilers
But why bother
Picture me payin' a fee
I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free
(Chorus)
Verse 3-Charli Baltimore
Picture B-More on the floor on all fours
mind must've lost yours
never been tossed
Tour thats what I do for ones
Not whore baby thats what I do for fun
Now I dread that I gave you head
All because them four double A duracells went dead
My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me
Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion
Brought my own Branton
Got my own mansion
Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas
Please, you was just something to do
Had a camcorder too
How you like that boo
You madd cuz I hit that and vanished
Or cuz you on tape screamin' quot;CHARLI BALTIMORE quot; in spanish
(Chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
(Ad-libs til fade)
Just walk on by
See ya later yeah
You scandulous hoe
Since day one, niggaz died at the Don
'Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated
Quadriplegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate
And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight
Every day I do the same thang, it's the paid game
To amputate more body parts than gangrene
Yo, this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers
We're Philly Fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army cutters, Willie niggaz that laundry dollars
I'm Nostradamus predictin' the future, my position is crucial
With a known friction obsession addiction to shoot ya
Hey yo, I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin' my freedom have me missin' in action
A fraction of y'all, raw like colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol
Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect
I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make
You question your threshold
Flex like you been forced, still bless you like a chest cold
We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode
Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm Veddy
And there ain't no gettin' rid of me
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm Veddy
And there ain't no gettin' rid of me
Uh, uh, uh, yo
Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat
And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max and better, out for the ass and cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever
I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers
And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin' jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's flown back from Paris
Dat, dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, [unverified] to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this
I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss
And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't really my dream, there's a better way, what?
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Dialin' 905 to L A X with somethin' I was tryin' to drive
A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin' [unverified]
A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm Veddy
And there ain't no gettin' rid of me
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Yeah, time to educate the youth
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, then who will?
(True)
Terror Squad style, yo
(Speak on it God)
Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot
I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock
But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land
So the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin' a percentage
Takin' advantage, punishin' just blacks and Hispanics
My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless
It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the Titan
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label
I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it
I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks
This dude, he had the darkest pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance
He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel
That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these dopes
What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that
They call me Prospect, I just came back from?
Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from the past
Get this legal cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world would be a better place, get what it takes
In a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop
I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin' to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin' to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz watch me
Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Yea, uhh
quot;I bet you thought I left you hangin quot;
Yea yea, yeah
quot;I bet you thought I left you hangin quot;
Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby
quot;I-I-I bet you thought I left you hangin quot;
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
quot;J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin quot;
Yea, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CLAK CLAK) slip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the illest form
from a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones
You could tell it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with killin somethin when you was barely dumpin
You ain't even nuttin to worry about
I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurryin out in the expedition, professional hit men
The vestibule shit from the credible disses
Federals is listenin to my conversations, tapin all the songs I'm makin
Shakin down every ounce of my congregation
John Blazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Blow out a lot of brains, I'm sayin, it's not a game
quot;Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you quot; -- Mobb Deep
(repeat 4X)
Uhh, uhh, yea
Joe Crack takin a L and make Tone roll over in his grave, never that
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin guns since the infamous days of leather hats
Varsity sweaters with big letters black
Pushin the illest whips down fifty-fifth
where killers riff, without havin to split Phillies and sniff
And Willies who shift jobs from Chili willin to leave you stiff
Fulfillin my biggest wish, in this illegal shit
Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my Louis baggage
You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel
Caught you slippin with your Boo and started shootin at you
Out of captivity, left Relativity
Now we on the Big-ger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what
quot;Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you quot; -- Mobb Deep
(repeat 8X)
[Fat Joe]
Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them Platinum
status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!
Now who's the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches
and float with the fishes
The revolution has started thats why I'm undercarded
My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
And its never ever gonna stop
[Prospect]
Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
bring fame and fortune
Why can't you live this All day hands on bitches
With financial ventures, enhance the riches
Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
but it seems I couldn't graduate or go to Drake
It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice
Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise, cause if not I wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat
Chorus: Triple Seis
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought you knew you had...
Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
(And it don't stop!)
[Cuban Link]
I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's
Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich
Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
I'm one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti
Realer than the military
Killin every track I'm on, Link and Joey Crack the Don
Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on
[Triple Seis]
So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas
Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures
[Big Punisher]
Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list
Pun and Prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch
Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment
Of course you dont have a chance, I'm the boss in your emminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath!
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas
make em wet they pants
The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome
The best and the champion, that means I'm far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright
Chorus *2X*
[Armageddon]
Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll
Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted
And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion
Assassinate the Pope with no emotions
So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin
My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause
Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits
Golden riches, better hold em bitches
Cause we robbin niggas way before
the translation of Holy Scriptures
I was Armageddon before the motion picture
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My Squad's hard and far from Puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans
Chorus
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Lotta money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, Tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten
livin' in the NY city thats rotten
niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'
But we not cuz we all still shinin'
You average, We floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
Wit the thuggish freaks
She love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the streets wit the same principles
Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack one in a million
Get cash from drug deals
But still keep the weapons concealed
build wit the gods
todays madd fast cars
who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
My repitore is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly you can't fuck wit me
(Chorus)-Big Pun
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets
I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my FJ560's
It's many ways that we gon get it
Look how many years we don did it
cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted dreamed of
create a mean buzz
Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love
You see us on B.E.T.
Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this
consecutive hits
You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit
conpetitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out
No doubt
take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas force black outs
shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty
(Chorus)-Big Pun
(Ad-lib til end)
Yeah, gon ride for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon ride for you
Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)
Yeah, We gon ride for you
We gon ride for you
Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you
Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, Uh
Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you
Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
Joey Crack, realness
1 (7X's)
Tony Montana, Yeah what
[Armageddon]
Yo, yea yea
T.S., T.S.
Armageddon, Terror Squad
It's my world (uhh)
It's my world (uhh)
What
Check this out, yo
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad lock ice than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in
Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with Mafians
Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and
check the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
The finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promises
First bitch, movin guns out of Providence
Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
Raps are marvelous, it's like I been here before
Niggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
The first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin this
My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
Trample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rock
Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
Your girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle cock
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
Then I'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the present
Packin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your presence
We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is resting
Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shames, any records played after it
Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
and piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the Bible
Chorus 2X
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty
Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'
Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in
On the way to home base
First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game
Decision, grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this
You switch, I pour the Cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce
While I count my chips
Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed like a million years, yeah
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the mack without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly
Every time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty
Never feelin' remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross
Ready to kill your boss
Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too
Mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
I told niggas, that you did it for show
But niggas thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it
Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
Ha ha, mad rappers
Stain off, range off, watch out
Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said, in dead presidents, money I burn
Queens bridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin' that
I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings, the blood los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try, ?Now you know, you done fucked up right??
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter, you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Aiyyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table
We could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin'
My son cool out
(What)
Don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse
Killer sickness, Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
Broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts
For fuckin' with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
lt;Layzie Bone: Intro gt;
Yea, What's happenin' Bone Thugs~n~Harmony
Fat Joe, Terror Squad, Mo' Thugs,
the Good Times nigga, we on top of the world
Chorus (2x):
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Good times, good times [we can have a good time..
we havin' a big celebration]
lt;Layzie Bone: gt;
We could take some stress off our chest
lt;Fat Joe gt;
Yo, Check my philosophy - Happiness ain't all about monopoly
I put aside the guns amp; robberies, see good guys copyin' me
The good times is here, rainy days is clear
You wanna go where everybody knows your name like quot;Cheers quot;
Where problems is all the same and we got stories to share
Where you don't have to look for joy in a bottle of beer
See what I'm sayin Stop feelin' sorry for yourself
Besides, those shots of Jack Heed's bad for your health
Understand tough people last, tough times don't
Some get up off they ass, and nigga, some just won't
Take the bad with the good, cuz the good ain't far
This is the stuff dreams are made of - shoot for the stars
The good times
Chorus (2x):
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Good times, good times
[we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration]
lt;Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie gt;
We could take some stress off our chest
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration,
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration, [bration] celebration, big celebration,
Hey we havin' a celebration
Havin' a wonderful day
Rememberin' the good times,
and the niggas who ain't here for the celebration
We roll up a blunt, and pour out the liquor
Whateva you want, we got it,
It's probably in there, plenty reefer,
smoke is blowin' in the wind yeah
Just inhale, exhale...
feel it whateva your problem is, it won't be one no more
And if you're laid off [Good times],
Sit down and take a load off
You deserve it, fuck what you heard, fuck the world
And let the Buddah soothe ya, ooh ya
Better not let the quicker system quot;Boo quot; ya
Krayzie makes the world. I thenk God for my good times
[my good times, my good times]
Chorus (2x):
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Good times, good times
[we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration]
lt;Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie gt;
We could take some stress off our chest
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration, [bration] celebration
we havin a big celebration, we havin a celebration
lt;Fat Joe gt;
Yeah, uh, Now I'm 25, and It's a brand new scene
I'm makin' rap pits straight flossin' on the TV screen
Know wha' I mean, life's sweet to me
In times we used to front, now speak to me
I'm feelin' all right, keepin' them girls happy all night
Baby hold tight, when Joey takes you for a long ride
What was once a dream is now reality
And I'm glad I never listened to haters thet said it'd never be
Remember me the fat kid from Trinity
Who was once a public enemy is now a loved celebrity
If Joe could do it, It could happen to you
Set goals, and keep your weight up,
And good times'll come through. What [what, what]
Chorus (Repeat till Fade):
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Good times, good times
[we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration]
lt;Layzie Bone: Overlappin' Krayzie gt;
We could take some stress off our chest
lt;Krayzie Bone: gt;
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration [bration], celebration,
big celebration, we havin a celebration
[Armageddon]
Yeah yeah
Do you Don Cartagena
solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
as your lawfully wedded wife
through sickness and health, til death do you part
[Fat Joe]
I do
[Armageddon]
Aight then
You now may spit on the bride
[Fat Joe]
I bet you thought I left you hangin, Joe Crack returns bangin
with somethin brand spankin, what the fuck was y'all thinkin
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars
Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason
The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
MC's be actin, I think somebody needs to slap em
Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion
My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese,
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree
Chorus: Fat Joe, Armageddon (repeat 2X)
Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out
Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise (what)
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage
[Fat Joe]
Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless
Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish em
til they lose the hopes and dreams they had
Then Armageddon finish em
Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin
My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit em like the Red Army invasion
Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what
I've been down since the days of Flash
when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in United Nations
Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin
Better act now, before your life is wasted
cause time is racin
Chorus 2X
[Armageddon]
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe]
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah (2X)
Nobody wanna handle it
[Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah (2X)
[Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah (2X)
Verse One: Fat Joe
Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone
That's word is bond on my moms
That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ( quot;take that quot; 4X)
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)
Physical rap means we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
We the realest you ever gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)
Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)
Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)
It's my city, and everything in it
Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)
We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
Chorus: Puff Daddy
What you thought, we ain't run the streets
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Fat Joe
Yea, uh, yo
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)
Chorus 2X
(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)
Terror Squad, and Bad Boy
Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you
Can't sleep, ten deep
Yea, uh-huh
Adios to manana
Terror Squad, what
Bad Boy, khanmean
Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you, I see you
C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what
Say what say what
Uh-huh
I see you.. take that..
Adios to manana!
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, dat gangsta shit
What you love huh Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh Dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons
and when I wish to put aside the questions
before they find out, who's the realest
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest
shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain't so hard to start clappin
but I lay low, create flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world
mad at me, but very few challenge me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives
Now what you love huh Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don't need y'all, disrespect the Don and I'ma see y'all
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I don't kill you I'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't have the beast soundin Japanese
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us
They love the Don, these words are more than just another song
If I said I slit your neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, Joe the God, the Terror Squad official
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper
Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper
Now what we love huh Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Now what you love huh Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh Kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah
Goin out to all the real niggaz
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop
All my niggaz on the corners
DJ's, no matter where the fuck you from
it's where's your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga Yeah
Don Cartagena
Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what
Beotch!!
[Fat Joe]
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
[Cuban Link]
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin quot;Mami's out quot; like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit]
witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is
thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
that'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up
Chorus: Big Pun
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girl missin
[Big Pun]
Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo-wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads
Chorus
[Cuban Link]
Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me
Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami
Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani
[Triple Seis]
Ohh mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her
when I rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz
TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)
Chorus: Big Pun
Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)
Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!!
Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
Home of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back
even if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
in this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You look, I look, you invite it, I took
I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook
What's truth, what's lie Who's people, who spy
It's life and death, choose live or die
Ultimates who made em why do we even exist
When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness
For any touch there's a feeling
Touch and y'all felt
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace your spine
Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind
Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind
When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries
When my fists connect, they causin major injuries
What you know Junior You not evil
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme
[Big Punisher]
Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat just for L
My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell
I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away
Me and my brothers play hardball
Strictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws
My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed
so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge
There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
to finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts
[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme
[Keith Nut]
Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit
Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter
Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids
Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages
You lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keep
the toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew
Straight out the South Bronx
The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx
Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut
Armageddon the Reddin
My nigga Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp
All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah
Watch your motherfuckin back
Blow out the back of your domepiece
D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..
Yeah
This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin'
All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin'
Yeah
Verse One:
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a fuck
And if you had a seed skin, I let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous
See, something was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash!
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
The fuckin' shit is real
Chorus: (*background cuts quot;Down on the real quot;*)
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the shit is real
The fuckin shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Verse Two:
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
*Deep in shit* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle Tan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin shit around the way and over block
But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock
And my crew is mad deep
I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
The fucking shit is real
Chorus
Verse Three:
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know ya style, I've seen it before
You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
You fakin' the funk, kid
And you'd be *kidnapped* the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come from crypt with that ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the *bull/boo* rappers come up with
And all y'all bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
The fuckin shit is real
Chorus
Outro:
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts
Messengers Of Funk, strictly Roots
My man Four Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*Premier cuts quot;Fat Joe's in town quot;*)
Yeah
This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
I mean the real CREAM
All up and down the East and West coast
Check it *echoes*
Chorus: repeat 2X
Hustlin is the key to success
Money is the key to sex
The life is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin blessed
The games people play
The names people slay
It's just another ordinary day
One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash
Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel
Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars
While you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swallows
Step into my zone and get blown, internationally known
Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led
Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity
For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell
But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines
Knahmean There's no room for snitches and loud bitches
But it's always room for riches and deep ditches
That's how it be in this everlasting game
Declaring war on cocks, and leavin chumps slain
So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest
Success, triple beam, knahmean
Dolla dolla bill
Chorus
The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive
If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost
Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss
Things are done different, in my zip code
Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode
Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity
You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
I collects ass and cash
While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash
Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours
T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles
The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy
For real... uh!
Chorus (repeat to fade)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus
All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit
Uhh, money man in the house
Yeah, uhh..
Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin
A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin
Forever be forever great
It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow
Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin
It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue
The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done
Remember that, I dismember cats that act
A plain and simple fact is I react on impact
I'm plenty versatile, wild
Have you screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark tints, for sticky events
Suspense makes the lead dispense
A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense
Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh, the top dog,
Hazardous to your health like smog
Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)
(Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard
Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe
[Fat Joe]
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin the life of a star
Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams
While you suckers havin limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up
Word to mother, shit is realer than you think
Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks
A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink
So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squad's everywhere you look
Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took
From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook
Chorus 1.5X
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga
Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace
[Raekwon]
Yo whassup kid How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin out of Wu-Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin, to the fullest son!
I mean I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
representin the Boogie Down, and the rest of the tri-borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son, I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo it's total devestation, for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin MC's run for the border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin and illin for nothin
You ain't a playa, you just BLUFFIN
Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become President, without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother I take your life
Sodomize your daughter, and make a widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
.. to all the fake MC's
[Raekwon the Chef]
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
[Fat Joe]
Yo who gets wrecked on the spot You get wrecked on the spot
I got this whole rap shit locked
Many MC's perpetrated, and gladiated
I'm number one so yo they hate it
Listen here suckers, you don't wanna meet the chuckers
It's the same motherfucker who said fuck the ruckus
Back in ninety-three, when everything was fine and dandy
I was the nigga puttin razors in your kids candy
Mad connivin, it don't get any worser
Best reverse them thoughts DISPERSE
Even if you get loud and curse
you don't put any fear in my heart
Don't even start, you get torn apart
Fat Joe, livin the life
Yo I get trife, and do a number on that ass
with the butcher knife - slice after slice, yea
Causin more destructional horror, than the AntiChrist
Niggaz know the motherfuckin time
Joe represents B-Lawn, respect mine
[Raekwon the Chef]
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
How many emcees must get dissed
How many motherfuckin mics I got to rip Til you
are considerate, illegitimate, rap motherfuckers
stop talkin your shit!! Yeah
Fat Joe, Jealous One's Envy
Steppin to the jam niggaz actin all friendly
Smilin in my face, and all the whiles they wanna
take my fuckin place, them backstabbers, them backstabbers
I got some shit for your whole damn crew
How the fuck you gon' face a Mac-11 with a twenty-two
And then deliver, I'll shake your shiver
and shatter your bones, the modern day Al Capone
Step into my zone and get blown
He who claims to wear the crown'll get the throne, check it
There's many emcees in this world of rap
But not too many emcees can fuck with Joey Crack
In fact, yo, I be the realest you know
With the illest of flows, bustin caps at po-po's
Chorus:
quot;You gotta flow Joe! quot; All these niggaz know the time
when I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
quot;Let em know Joe! quot; What you mean they don't know
I'm representin right now like I represented befo'
quot;You gotta flow Joe! quot; All these niggaz know the time
when I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
quot;Let em know Joe! quot; What you mean they don't know
What you mean they don't know What you mean they don't know
Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe was never rappin
He was always gettin loot off the crack and
fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state
The very sight'll make the average man defecate
Livin the life of stock, bonds and cars, word bond
When I be gone I'll be worshipped like Nicky Barnes
It's on, you don't want no confrontation
Killer communication, I suffer from multiple lacerations
Take a look at Joey Gambino
Spilled your chips in the casinos while feastin on shrimp scallapino
Niggaz don't want it, word to mother
I be that catchin body ese that'll leave that ass six feet under
Rappers wonder, where I been since _The Real_
I been plannin my strategy for the next kill
Ninety-five for the real live
Only the strong survive, that's why I pack a four-five
We got, all these actors playin characters and killers
Wannabe hammer cockers, but, shit is realer than they think
Fuck around and get them clothes rentin
Many believe Fat Joe will be the cause of armaggedeon
Chorus 2X
quot;You gotta flow Joe! quot;
{*DJ cuts quot;Guess who's back quot;*}
[Fat Joe]
Yeah..
The Fat Gangsta..
Here comes the nigga from the East
who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy, rapper at large
who's known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards
You know the situation, Zulu Nation
Never forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Joey Crack
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all that
Motherfuckers know my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the realer MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC
Yeah, you can't handle the truth
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives have been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{ quot;That's all I ask of you.. quot;}
When I step in the jam all eyes are on me
Sold out crowds, with curiosity
Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it
Microphone gifted, unrealistic
Comin with the bomb bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the landspread
Keepin shit real, niggaz know the deal
Just through trial and comin down on appeal
Microphone Joe I own it, bitches wanna bone it
Blowin out the tweeters in your musical component
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so
You remember me from, quot;You know ya got to Flow quot;
One time for your mind off the top of a dome
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's chillin
Peace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause ah
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{ quot;That's all I ask of you.. quot;}
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{ quot;That's all I ask of you.. quot;}
From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook
Never lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked
Fat Joe, army fatigue and black chuckers
Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckers
I'm tryin to see cream, in the millions, retire
and go play golf with Russell Simmons
That's the type of mission that I'm on
Aiyyo my word is bond, I keep a army just as deep as Farrakhan
You.. can't.. deal with the man
who be holdin down the fort with the gauge in his hand
I know you love the way I grab the mic and spark it
You hookers'll NEVER get your hands inside my pockets
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{ quot;That's all I ask of you.. quot;}
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{ quot;That's all I ask of you.. quot;}
{* quot;Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town.. quot;*}
Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down
Charlie Rock, LD
All my peeps who passed away, yeah
Verse 1:
I remember when we used to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects, used to be Godsville
Brothers was wilin, others was cool
Some hit the island, some smoked fools
Me I chose the life of crime since day one
13 years old, already trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
That's why I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything would be alright
14 Years old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I told then I'd take your life
Hey Yo, I meant it
That's the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake jacks
And get your cap peeled
CHORUS:
Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin
Verse 2:
Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard
sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god
Hoping that today won't be the last
I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted
(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
Life's trife, and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an alibi
Juliani wants to see a brother fry
So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
Cause riches are my destiny
CHORUS
Verse 3:
No one expected me to blow like this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of atanovich
Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the seat
The heat for protection
Momma look at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes
No more holes in my gibros
Strictly denim and clothes
Airwaves blasting my latest single
All up in the Mecca Club
Making Lucci while I mingle
Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
CHORUS
Big Joe, South Bronx
Represeeeeeent
[Fat Joe]
Whattup JuJu
Uhh, whattup Beatnuts
All them Dominicans in Corona
Bobbito Stretch, my nigga Funk Flex
This is the dedication
Yeah, Punisher Big Dog in the house
Full Eclipse crew
Rated R, my nigga Domingo
East New York representin, check it
Before I start, you know I got ta
pay homage and respect to Afrika Bambaata
Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work
Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert
Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends
Violator Records, now featuring The Twinz
Diamond D, for believing in me
Showbiz amp; A.G., the whole D.I.T.C.
My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back
whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track
Aiyyo Guru, you know I love you to death
Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach
Nevertheless, on the other side of town
there's my brother Lord Finesse gettin down for his crown
DJ Sirs, killin shit, word to God
Peace to Funkmaster Flex and the whole Flip Squad
Nice and Smooth, hey yo you know the situation
In case you haven't heard this jam is called the dedication
Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..
Hey yo fuck all the rest, I'm givin love to Wu-Tang
My nigga Chef and Big Meth, keep doin your thang
Tony Starks, Ason, and the rest of the crew
All my niggaz from Shaolin, you know how we do
James Todd Smith, for inspirin me
And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, yo you know you're the best
Make sure you get that message that I left with West
Anyhows, on the other side of things
Big Nas, L.E.S., and Mobb Deep from Queens
Puff Daddy, get the millions kid
Nuff props and respect to Notorious B.I.G.
DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you
Doo Wop, S amp;S, oh yeah and Ron G too
Craig G, forever tryin to live like me
And of course the one and only DJ Kid Capri
Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..
Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated
to all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh
What up Puba
Whattup my nigga Kool Micski
I ain't forget ya, L.A. love
Sadat X, Das EFX
Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop
Word to mother
Little Heck, the whole TS crew
Big Power, Gizmo
And we out..
Intro: KRS-One
Music please
Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be toys
Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe
Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
with a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming quot;We're not worthy! quot;
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
I be touring, while you be home taping
So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
Chorus:
quot;If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck quot; - Jeru
quot;Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown quot; - Kool G Rap
quot;If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck quot; - Jeru
quot;Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down quot; - Kool G Rap
Verse Two: Fat Joe
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you sound (Yeahhh)
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
These motherfuckers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
Chorus
Verse Three: KRS-One
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your boss
With KRS-One up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo I said yes yes y'all-n, to the beat all-n
Always been no peace so I never like to ball in
But I maintain and keep a grip on the mic
And say a punchline that'll get the crowd hyped, RIGHT
I never could determine who's the best
It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
But now I maintain that's with my own career
Joe gettin gold dough or somethin wrong in here
Cause everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
Plus I got the flow cause you know +The *Hit is Real+
What Top notch, I give you nuttin but the raw talent
But don't fake jax and make me have to get violent
You wouldn't like it when I flip the script
Cause when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
I hate it when a juvenile tries to prove his masculinity
I got the whole vicinity locked down
Police hate it, look what they done to Tupac now
You make me wanna blast or somethin
But for now I keep infiltratin these crews that be frontin
And all these other MC's be hatin it
Because the Bronx keeps creatin it, rock on
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo I'm comin on de dance with de spliff of sensei
The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
Ninety-three, was the year that I debuted it
Representin, for all my niggaz gettin booted
Now who is the number one +Boricua on the Set+
When in San Fran' I go check Sway and Tech
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not
Don't make me have to let the dogs loose
and hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA
Ain't it funny how nobody really cares
One minute you're here, the next minute you're under there
Word to Christ, I put out your lights
Every stripe's precise, K.O.'s in all fights
Fatal like Joe with this murderous flow
The Bronx keeps creatin it, you know how that go, peace
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe, yeah!
quot;Bronx keeps creating it.. quot; - gt; KRS-One {cut and scratched}
You must be out your fucking mind, man
I'm gonna kick your ass Hey you, come here (Repeat 3x)
[Apache]
Aw shit, it's time to get (Dum dum!)
If you took what you got, lick a shot (Pump pump!)
When the dough is low, we go (Stick up, stick up!)
You get knocked on the block, we say (Big up, big up!)
Check the misfit, time to rip shit
Time to get with the nitwit lyrical lunatic
In the street I stay strong cause I'm armed
With a nine, what up nig You must be out of your fucking mind
I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records
So step up, come come, don't be bashful
I got a steel toe and you can get an assful
Cause if it's me you think you're better than
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your ass with medicine
You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free
So I can continue my MC killing spree
The police, they try to keep me in the clink, yo
I got 'em ducking and bucking, so I don't think so
I bust your whole shit if you're not kind
Stomping comp You must be out of your FUCKING mind!
You must be out your fucking mind, man
I'm a kick your ass Hey you, come here (Repeat 2x)
[Kool G. Rap]
Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang
From outta Sang Sang to make your motherfucking brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol
A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark
Fuck the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fucking heart, so be smart
Cut all that bullshit and clown, I'll be the only nigga laying down
When everybody else is sitting
So who's the next man to hit I slip in a banana clip
And I hit, come and get your bandana split
Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch
With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots
Cause your license to kill was from Tagget's
I warned a brother of another brother's glock
And I said What's up, duck And I had my motherfucking gun cocked
So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigga got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!
You must be out your fucking mind, man
I'm a kick your ass Hey you, come here (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
Sucker back up, a real motherfucker's on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherfucking 12 guage
Niggas know I'm versatile
No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style
Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord
I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit
I'm here to represent the Boogie Down
Making niggas leave town before sundown
And if you don't listen, G
I'll stick a knife up your ass like American Me
I'm serving motherfuckers like Wimbleton
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And niggas always get me vexed
I'm tired of motherfuckers trying to sound like Das Efx
You'd better hold your own, child
Cause I'm laying suckers like rugs and tiles
This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines
You step to me You must be out of your FUCKING mind!
You must be out your fucking mind, man
I'm a kick your ass Hey you, come here (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, now you motherfuckers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!
(gunshots)
Ninety-three it's time man
(All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin')
A Grand Puba, Diamond D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough
Grand Puba,Diamond D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough
Boom bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be tellin' me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker
So niggaz back up, yo, I'ma set it
Fuckin' with me, you won't live to regret it
I don't fake moves, I break peeps
I'm takin' niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps
See, I don't give a fuck about a niggaz rep
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit
I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch
I cut the niggaz head off and sent it to his fuckin' bitch
I ain't lettin' a nigga take the stand
Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man
See suckers can't hang with the slang
And if they bring the whole gang
Well, then they'll all catch a bang-bang
I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie down
Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody knows my pedigree
There ain't another motherfuckers that's better than me
I could make em pump, I could make 'em jump
But I'm mostly known for givin' other niggaz lumps
So niggaz better chill and maintain
I'm blowin' motherfuckers out the frame
And if a nigga try to flex
Fuck around and catch a motherfuckin' suplex
I'm a motherfucker like a shower
Don't test the Puerto Rican power
Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three
Peace to Grand Pu' and my man Diamond D
So punks jump up to get beat down
Yeah, but for now watch the sound
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Check it, yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin' flow
Niggaz know the game
It's time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame
Guess who comes to represent?
If you motherfuckers don't know, well, here's a hint
It's the God and I still bag chicks
Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks
So come on cause I'm comin' for the basket
Say goodbye to your friends and start headin' for the casket
So Doogie make the daquiris and light the chocolate
That you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga
See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through with the Hilfiger
'Cause I flips the flavor-loo
It's good for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this
No matter what the fuck you do
I smash that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck
Smack the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core check
I make more dough than Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler
So back up and take a good look because you should look
At what a good cook, can do without a fuckin' cookbook
I don't sniff coke and I don't smoke coolies
Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie
But niggaz call me JoJo
I'm quick to stick a chick, 'cause I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside
You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried
To pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one?
He got his motherfuckin' ass done
So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump
Chicks by the clicks, 'cause my pockets got the mumps
See, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Don't try to play yourself, 'cause you'll be stuck with
A motherfuckin' ice pick right through the cheek
I'm leavin' crab niggaz, layin' in the street
I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I could care less
You want a fair one, forget it
And your girlfriend, yo, I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough
I pull your card 'cause you're soft like fluff kid
I never ever did a bid
I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts Down on the reel to reel *)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts Down on the reel to reel *)
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts Down on the reel to reel *)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*cuts Down on the reel to reel *)
Aiyyo
Well it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing
Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action
Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health
It's too many skins, so every man for himself
I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar
I know this girl was looking at me from afar
Plus she with a crew, they all got it going on
She came over and asked me if my name was John
I said, quot;Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you quot;
She said quot;Sorry yo, I just thought I knew you quot;
She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb
I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm
I pulled her back, gave her my apologies
She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me
Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know
Once she saw the Gucci, she said quot;Oh, that's Fat Joe quot;
I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me
No way she was igging me, ayo she was big on me
Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight
My man Black Caese was telling me quot;Yo she's fly, right quot;
No that the jam is over there's no need to front
Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her
Now we in the deli butt naked catching wreck at last
Cause shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a big fat...
Driving in my Five on the live side of town
One of those days I just wanna ride around
With three deep, me Diamond D, and Peep
(Who's Peep) That's my man that be whipping the white jeeps
So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town
Cause I'm riffing in the front fool, Luther Vandross
Never too much, and what did I see
Honeygrip had a little too much for me
Diamond said quot;Damn! quot; Peep said quot;I know her! quot;
Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over
Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming
A Spanish caught wreck and that ass was booming
I couldn't see her face cause she wouldn't turn around
Peep is out the window staring Five-O down (Bo bo bo!)
Chill with that, cause I wanna stop and chat
Like a diplomat, yo you're fucking up my rep
She wouldn't turn around so I reached for her pelvis
She turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!)
Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at last
But shorty had a fat ass
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a big fat...
No need to be ill come all out my face
But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste
Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York
I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk
You got the booming system and I don't mean sound
I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down
I know girls try to say I'm living foul
But you know you can't trust a big but and a smile
I'm not concerned with the niggas in your past
But straight up and down, shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a biiiiiig...
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a biiiig, ha ha
Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this
I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes
After every single show, you know (know)
One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front
Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves, cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Hey yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile
Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild
Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin in v-ducts
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggaz in New York
Sometimes I be chillin with Son
Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that
Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too
I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew
Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack
So now you know the flav, and you know the time
Brothers always be tellin me, Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme
So I don't front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!
Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
Baby come and see me, I know you want to see me
The brothers out there fronting that only want to be me
They don't really have it, yo missy you can grab it
So open nice and wide so I can start to stab it
Before I do my duty, really knock the booty
I want to let you know you're a real hot cutie
Baby it's time, I gotta go for mine
We can rub a dub or wine wine wine
I can take you up or be very gentle
Whatever you want, cause it's all in the mental
See, I'm a pour silver, all over your body
Get you real freaky, I know you love it, hottie
Baby, I'm a lick you, tell me does it tickle
I won't hit the skins if it smells like pickle
Smooth like butter, though I won't stutter
Sit on my lap if you really wanna
Get with the man who really knows how
To knock the boots, God bless the child
So don't try to front and give me your back
Cause you and I know I'm a hit that
quot;Skins, you got 'em quot; quot;Hit it! quot; (Repeat 4x)
Man I really love it, yo I really need it
I have a fat jimmy and I have to feed it
Sometimes I'm filled with humor, I know a girl named Zuma
We hit the sack once, then she started rumors
Telling all the chicks that I was really good
I'm big like a train, but I'm the man that could
Give you what you need, give you what you want
I guess I'm like Kenieval, cause yo I love stunts
We could get together, whatever is clever
I used to watch Dynasty just to see Heather
That was then, and now is now
And if Heather ever sees me, she'll scream quot;Wow quot;
The big man of rap, and even more nosey
I'm gonna flip, but yo I got hoes
Don't try to front and give me your back
Because you and I know I'm a hit that
quot;Skins, you got 'em quot; quot;Hit it! quot; (Repeat 8x)
Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm saying
Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out
Awww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck
Suckers better duck, buck buck buck buck!
I let off mad shots
You get dragged when you face the big shot
Yeah, and the Bronx is my territory
Suckers getting sprayed, end of story
Whether one deep or with my crew
I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22
Huh, so you know I'm all right
If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight
Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame
I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train
Cause I don't have it up to here
Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere
Yeah, cause I got it like that
It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat
How I last and surpass any nigga who shows his ass
Is gonna end up getting blast
Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up) (Repeat 4x)
Aw shit, another brother hit
This time it's Tone, life is a fucking bitch
It really hurts when the shit hits home
Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone
Telling me my man caught eight to the chest
Nah, this couldn't be, Tone always wore a vest
But that's the way the story goes
Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows
Man I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death
Charlie's in jail and I'm the only brother left
It's time to get strong, forget about the sorrow
But like Ike said, no one is promised tomorrow
Fuck the bullshitting, it's time to get cash
Don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up) (Repeat 4x)
Well it's the F-A-T, Gang S-T-E-R
Living like a star, drive a fat car
525 and I'm crazy live
Not all the loot in the world could make me take a dive
Fucking mad bitches on the first date
Straight to the telly, hit the skins, I gotta skate
See, I got no time for a stunt
Because a 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants
Yeah, so dough keeps collecting PC
Knocking out punks with my man Diamond D
Cause everybody knows I'm the man
And if you fuck with me, then shit'll hit the fan
I took mad flicks since '76
Robbing every other brother for their motherfucking kicks
I once heard a kid say he's his brother's keeper
His brother turned around and bust him with a street sweeper
Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash
Here we go, now I'm back
I got soul, although I'm not black
Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
I used to shoot dice to the curb
Peace to my brothers on 163rd
Hold your head and stay strong
My main man Roadie got it going on
So now you know the time
Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
So give me that honey love
You know what I'm thinking of
Joe's the man with the master plan
I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
And if you don't believe then you soon shall see
That I'll be the last to survive
I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce and get on up
quot;Get on up quot; quot;Get on up! quot; (Repeat 4x)
This is a jam for the radio station
Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
I'm so bad, call the cops
I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop
Cause I'm the only real rap monster
I love eating shrimp and lobster
City Island is my favorite place
Step in Sammy's and dog my face
Losing weight, that must be a joke
Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
Although I'm big I won't take a swig
Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet
And you know that's not the mood, black
Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce, get on up
quot;Get on up quot; quot;Get on up! quot; (Repeat 4x)
quot;Get On Up quot; is the name of this song
Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
Now in '93, maybe '94
They'll have a Fat Joe tour
Coming to your town with the brand new sound
Representing for the whole Boogie Down
So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt
If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse
That's that, everybody knows the flav
Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Nuff respect to Showbiz amp; A.G.
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out
quot;Get on up quot; quot;Get on up! quot; (Repeat 4x)
To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
To my people from Cali
To my people from Texas
To my people from Atlanta
To my people in Detroit
Everybody in the world just get on up
quot;Get on up quot; quot;Get on up! quot; (Repeat 4x)
[Fat Joe]
Ahhhhhhh yeah!
Da Fat Gangsta
Chorus: repeat 2X
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
[Fat Joe]
Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much flavor you can taste me
I'm underground like a gutter
You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapulco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
with the hands, or take it to the guns..
You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
I'm livin in the Bronx on an Ave called Trinity
My name rings bells, within the vicinity
Peace to the money makers always plottin mono
Together we gettin dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
Never liked so to Hell with the Rucker
Always on my own never sweatin nobody
Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi
I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's all about the Fat Man
Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Micskit (say what)
My crew from Uptown
And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beatdown
See I got this in a smash
If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked
like a blunt full of hash
My style of rap is legendary
Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetary
And that's word to Ma Duke
I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop
So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handle
Knockin niggaz out like Livingston Bramble
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't lose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come close, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin Fat
Niggaz gettin jealous cause I got a contract
But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw
You can't compare me to a cornball
And you know I kick game like a hottie
Now in ninety-three, they should free John Gotti
If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes
You know I got the flow
Chorus 1.5X
[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. uh-huh..
Chill.. hah, yeah..
C'mon..
I'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get
Playin Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet
Bluffin, ain't my style, niggaz ain't sayin nothin
Cause I'm buckwild without frontin
Raw to the core, I grew up poor
Once I hit the door, I began to explore
Curiosity killed my cat, but not me
because I learned how to kill with agility
I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk
I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk
In the trunk of a car lays a body
Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty
Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn't comin back
Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh!
They can't stop me with a homicide investigation
Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station
Your best bet, is to let me jet
Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I'm upset.. huh!
I'm not the one you wanna play out in a program
Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Yeah! (2X)
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Tell em who the hell I am
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta
[Fat Joe]
Now on the hip-hop tip, I'm no joke
Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke
MC's froze, but I never said freeze
Hopin I don't hit em like a fucked up disease
Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night
Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh!
Now you do wanna mess around with the Fat Man
cause you see my face in every newsstand
Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin
Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again
How true, I'm not about weed and brew
I'm just another papichulo like the rest of my crew
So give me the microphone
This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone
Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script
And you know, you don't wanna get your ass WHIPPED
Party over here, another in the hospital
Lincoln, Memorial, notice that's how I sent you, hah
I was the one who played the shoot 'em up games
Here's another patient, and yo what's my name
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Yeah! (2X)
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Tell em who the hell I am
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta
[Fat Joe]
So I cruise around in the B-M
or in the Benz, hurtin enemies and makin new friends
They shake my hand, smile in my face
The nine's in my waist, so there won't be a chase
That's it, the situation is blown out of proportion
When you leave, you must use caution
Look over your shoulder, even on your block
When I come to visit, you know you're in shock
So don't say who is it, act like you know
Kickin down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe
And I got no time for games
My name is goin down in the gangsta hall of fame
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Yeah!
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta Tell em who the hell I am
This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta
[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta
Representin in ninety-three
Peace to my man Diamond D
Peace out to my man Ski
This jam is letido, ha hah
Yeah.. now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke, and I'm far from a prankster
I got skills, aiyyo word life
Suckers is scared, because they know I live trife
As I troop down the streets of a ghetto
Skins are jockin, and always screamin hello
But I keep drivin in my jet black Beamer
I'm not a daydreamer, but I'm known as a scheamer
I'm dead-ass, when it comes to this
And if you fuck around, your moms'll reminisce
Thinkin of the good times she spent with her son
Somebody shoulda told you that I wasn't the one
Yes I'm known to get nuff respect
and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death
Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man
Niggaz know the flav
quot;I'm a bad, bad, man! quot; (cut and scratched 2X)
Check it
All the old folks, hate my guts
Cause I be hittin all they daughters and they big fat butts
Cause I'm the papichulo when it comes to rap
and if you fuck with me, then you leave handicapped
I don't give a fuck, don't care who you are
I gotta say peace to my peeps GangStarr
Some real motherfuckers from around the hood
When I chills with them, we be up to no good
Hittin skins, makin ends
Loungin with my friends in my fat BM
Whether Uptown in the Boogie Down
Or checkin out stunts in the Polo Ground
See just like Mel, I'm internationally known
And I'm mob related, like Al Capone, check it
Too hot to handle, blow you like a candle
You never catch Joe in the middle of a scandal
Now in ninety-three it's time to take the stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man!
Everybody knows the flav
quot;I'm a bad, bad, man! quot; (cut and scratched 2X)
One day I was chillin, caught a buckshot
The nigga was butt, so then he gets no props
Word spread fast around town
I was layin six feet deep underground, check it
Niggaz wished the worst, but spoke too fast
Cause here I am and I'm ready to blast *gunshot*
The cops must have missed, takin me for a bitch
Because they tried to gas me, and make me turn snitch
But I'm not the one for peace
So I turned around and said, quot;Fuck the police! quot;
I'm the type to handle this on my own
Pack two joints and pass one to Tone
There's no shame in my game, I do what I gotta do
See I'm rollin with a crazy live crew
Now in ninety-three it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin I'ma bad, bad, man!
Yeah! Niggaz know the flav
quot;I'm a bad, bad, man! quot; (cut and scratched)
Nuff respect to my man Jazzy J
Diamond D, Showbiz and A.G., and I'm out
Word
quot;I'm a bad, bad, man! quot; (cut and scratched to end)
Aiyyo fat joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the south bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is
T.s. in the house, yo t.s. in the house
[fat joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith keith (represent, and uh)
King sun (represent, and uh)
Fat joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!
[gizmo]
I'm from the west bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up
I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care
Step to the gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare
From the, bronx the boogie down battleground, uptown
Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around
Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at frank's g
Jack in june, gettin swept, with a broom soon
To meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap
Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax
Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun
Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all]another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
(keith keith!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[keith keith]
Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm a rap van damme
And eat mc's like a cake or a slice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm superfly
People say who's he? i'll give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known
Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that
And flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man
I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka
I'll beat that ass like the l.a. trucker fucka
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the bronx
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all]another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
(king sun!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[king sun]
Mr. fifty-two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the smooth operator with the ladies
But I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, king sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills
Hotter than heat, yet colder than the catskills
Don't play the yard, fake gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm loungin with tone and corey
On one-six-oh, then I go and check fat joe
On trinity, the south bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite mc like a dread smoke skunk
Cause I'm another wild nigga from the bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! zippin em up
Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all]another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
(fat joe!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[fat joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is fat joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the latins and the blacks from uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I'm the fat man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan
I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy you're sloppy, see joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootleggers down with king sun
Rollin over niggaz like a truck
I come from the bronx, a.k.a., west bubblefuck
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
I'm joe da fat gangsta, far from billy idol
I get you open on the freestyle tip
Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? hah
I'm puerto rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a lincoln
Hip-hop was born uptown, the boogie down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga from the bronx
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all]another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
"sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> cypress hill
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}
What's love?
It's about us {It's about us}
It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}
What's love?
It should be about us {It should be about us}
It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love?
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida
Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
& I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
That's love!
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta
(Like a Don is supposed ta)
Please believe
You leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's love?
Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot steppin who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Thug Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)
(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all
Uh yo yo
Crackman and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the panties atop
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Joe Crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold THAT lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah niggaz wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin
Who the fuck you think supplyin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya
You lil' niggaz ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'fuckers think they tough 'til them canisters burst
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin' hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Follow me
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
Fifty, you goin' to end up dead when you fuckin' with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at?
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty, don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty five niggaz on your team
And they're not from South side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah, we all see the bitch in you
Follow me
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
Now let's take it back to vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you see them more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that ain't right
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
I know what y'all thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti..
Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me
We back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad
Boy you keep on turning me..
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feeling all alone
(Love it when you turn me on)
Boy you keep on turning me..
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singing this song
Love the way you turn me on
Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rolling wit
Relax, and let Crack take control of this
Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and Coka Cola mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
So now we rolling this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Let's smoke a lil, climb high in tha trees
Choke a lil while my hand rub your thigh and your knees
You know that silly shit, and now it's ten on six
We in the village jus a lil ripped
Pumping Jodeci while a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
This is your song ma, crackalate
So when it's time to get it on she gon know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady saying that I'm turning her on, I'm like "I know"
Didn't your friends tell you that you fucking wit Joe? Oh boy
Yo, smooth cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then cool, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girl at Mya
We could, go to Papayas and, talk the night up
Tell me bout yourself, your hopes, your dreams, your struggles
I'm tryna ta front but I'm feelin ta touch you
I got the heat on blast, I bet you thinkin like "He want ass"
But still you thinkin that you might
Playin the rules, pretendin to be a fool
When you ask silly questions like "What we gon do?"
I'ma leave it your hands, let you make your move
Now you want me to stay over, games over
Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama
Yeah
Bag it up, sing this song
Love it when you turn me on
Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin in the living room
My heart racing cuz I know I'm gon hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my lap
Don't stop like that, put it on Crack
Let me beat it from the back, now I'm pounding it right
Wearing a thong on my head cuz you know I'm wild for tonight
When we done talk a lil bit to keep her in the groove
Yeah uhh.......
You know what this is.....
The fat gangsta!!!
Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right)
Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right)
Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe i wanna fuck wit u (Keep sayin that)
I dont know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing
But when you rich, aint nuthin to do but fuckin hang
Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
Keep mah ladies lookin good, when they touch the Range.
Never fuck wit a bitch, if she cant be trained
Never leave wit a chick, if she dont give brain.
We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
I dont fly, but we could park it up and blaze.
Joe's the God
And I know you need somethin to praise
Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved.
Uhh, it's not mah fualt if they love the kid
It might be the chain or the whip
I dont know what it is.
Umm, I dont mean no harm
But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma
And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem
And I dont turn em away
I'm like, I'm the bomb now.
Wheres your gurl, dont matter to me
I'm way out of her league
She cant keep up to mah speed.
Shes weak, she dont need to smoke weed
And wherever shes at
is where she should be.
Now, wheres your wife, I dont care
I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there.
Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
Take me out on trips and pay the fare.
Maybe.
Damn, look at all the rocks he got
Ferrari drop 360,hard to top
The party's hot,all white linen affair
Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs.
I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here.
Shorty whistlin in mah ear
Told me what she wanna hear,she said
"We thuggin
smokin on sumthin
down to leave wit ya'll, As long as ya'll fuckin."
Woo, thas how you do that there
See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
We ridin,she drivin
On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin.
Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right)
Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right)
Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe i wanna fuck wit u (Keep sayin that)
I dont know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
New York
Yeah we G'ed up
Act up
Clap the back of your knees up
Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer
Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up
I want to rock now
Comply or get shot down
I know
You goin hire some cops now
Coca
Sun down to sun up
Kily Cartel use to be a runner
D Boy
Stamp bricks with smiley faces
Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres
Let's get it
Thank god for making crack raw
Now how you want it
The window or the chainsaw
Crack
Yeah I'm nice with the knife game
Ice pick change your life with one strife man
Too much rappin and we don't rat
We do it for them trap stars serving them packs
And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston
Joes a go when push comes to shootin'
The four four will loose more then just a tooth man
A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went
I think he said something
Bring 'em back to me
I let the chopper groove
And let the Mack boogie
You better think about it
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run
Crack
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets
This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects
Man catch beef say my nigga I got this
Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit
I ain't playin'
I got big guns
My niggaz barely speak English
They'll lift son
The strip is mine
Naw, you ain't eatin' here
I run this shit
At least in some recent years
And y'all know who rep the streets most
Terror squad we put the E in East coast
So be easy like T I said
Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet
Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards
Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter
A minute ago you said you'd get at us
Now why you have to go talk like that
Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that
I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats
The oldest rule in the books
[Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck about you duke
The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof
Still pussy after all that loot
Smack you right in front of your troops
You know how we do, pakinamac in the back of the coup
You loose, that's why you gon get it
Me and my squad is known to set it
Front guard and get ahead of this
It's pathematic how you run the streets
I bring guns to beef, while you send your son to speech
We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat
Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps
Joe the Don, ready for war when it's on
Come on, tell me who can hold it down this long
I'm strong that my name will live on when I'm gone
Word bond, I conquer shit like Genghis Khan
You been warned by the Terror Squadrans, ghetto sergeant
Next time I see that ass in carter the'll be no pardon
Chorus 2X: Armageddon
Terror Squad pop, ain't nothin thicker than blood
I sware to God all my thugs die quicker than love
But life flex again, I'll be back livin it up
And If drop, you don't stop, keep lickin ya slugs
[Prospect]
Aiyo, it started off since 1979
A young nigga that was born and destined to shine
I've been thru ups and downs, cash tellin cracks
Bustin rounds, I saw buyers get hit up in crossfires
Bosses retire, expired by hitmans for hire
Wines strictly for bitches, suckin dicks to get higher
In this world the more that you lust
Fake ones that do fake shit, only a dummy you trust
How can I have love walkin on this earth with dust
Hence the birth it was bug, I fiend search for the drugs
And being punched supply the guns, when we curse you with slugs
But fuck it, everything ain't goin to work for you cuz
I got to make these pesos in case lobes, niggas ya make fold
Like envelopes and take notes
Had an ash runnin the dash like JJ Stokes
When the gun smoke, I quote another Murder He Wrote
It's thug emotions that I'm lettin off my chest
Turn of the leader, tress and jess be the best like T.S.
I'm in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype
Better get it right, or get dented on sight
Chorus 2X
[Armageddon]
I'm just tryin to figure what right,
kinda hard to pull a trigger polite
Scriptures of right can't discribe how I'm sick in this life
Pick up a mic and end it all in a session
Blow my brains out, and let the kid sour the rezin
I told ya niggas my brain was way above ya heads
Niggas be slumpin dead, so snappin they spines
Tryin to see what I fed, peep what I read in the eyes of my rival
It might surprise, but jealously sometimes is the only way for survival
Don't get me wrong, I'm still a piece of shit
Street fires increased a bit, I might body a nigga for at least a nick
Quipin the forty power, 24 hours of Armageddon
The fly terrorist, chapter of sporty cowards
Holy sours, clense my sins thru repentence
A center of attention when the name of my enemy is mentioned
A nigga inchin, must be but stinkin how my squad run
Cuz I ain't dyin till my fam straight, sware on my godson
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains
and pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following..
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
This is this is this is..........
I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on
I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more
Cost you when my lid just twist to one side
We dont bitch we dont snitch we stick and just ride and I...
Never gave a fuck about po po
Niggas so gangsta make a songs about my 4 4
My my 4 4 4 4
Gets worse $$$ shit when I visit the church
I'm down with T.D. Janks and Kirk Franklin
Better have my overlin plate filled with franklins blastin me
I have niggas that blast for me wst touch askin me CRACK
Show me where the safe at I lay em down with the mac leave em face flat listen....
You dont wanna start no drama
We dont scrap when theres problems
We just clap revolvers men
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didnt know better know now
I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on
I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more
Up n pass hilton suite
Crossin path this chick take me
I probably win her
Osacr didnt know hit ten feet
You need a ladder just to sit on me
In the ring screamin viva tito with don king at maden square arena pee awa
Pull mamai to the side she feenin yellin gasolina..
Now how many bricks does it take
To moll a lot 36 groom estates follow me
I can phili eat cheese steaks in a red belly call bitch v8
Is joe's crib for reals and even want kids in school to go kill crack im back
Now that's the sourcers you should know how shit gon go now follow me
I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on
I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more
That's the sound of the man workin on the chain yea ye yeah crack
And we dont see no body makin hands stand up like the Growing Up Gotti
Hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga
Use fist full to come out your mouth
The way I stack white these dayz
Lookin like chick that go with flava flav and im so so real
Niggas wanna kill the Don front of my house
Probably with my son in my arms but I
Drop em like its hot
Pass my glock
My lil shorty tip of the old plot
Go against cok let em miss you
I give you ten ways to kill of the whole block
I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on
I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more
I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on
I know you been searching for someone who
oh oh oh
{Yeah Cool & Dre uh}
Sexy girl
(hey) You know that I (hey) like you
I like you baby
Sexy girl
(hey) you know that I (hey) will do anything under the sun for you
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If u let me
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsta's and killers
I'd like to welcome yall to this Terror Squad thriller
Staring me Joe Crack the realist
and ma you can get a seat, forget what ya friends have seen
They tell you please he's a celebrity
He ain't tryin' to start something
He is into menage crushin'
But she ain't tryin' hear nothin' fears nothin'
But her impulse is scared money dont make nothing
Plus she love the way the cashmere touch em'
How the lights bounce off the ice
This dude here is frontin
But you love it though
Everybody in hea know
A million niggaz tried to holla
A million niggaz wasn't Joe
I see you across the club the way you move ya body slow motion wit me
Dip it low n put ya body in the roles with me
Forget ya problems n sit bak n roll through the tolles with me
Now listen to the R flow with me
Now we don't need no room keys because we up off in my jeep
Doing things to make us hot
to recline on these soft leather seats
Girl you got my emotions up
n now we beat it up
Touchin n feelin on each other
Now im like wats sup
Now break the doors
Lets roll lets roll come on
Lets hit the club lets roll lets roll come on
We got the cute chicks, party chicks, stripper chicks
We got the money chicks, good chicks, hot chicks
We got the V.I.P. poppin bottle model chicks
We go the ride or die down for what ever chicks
We gonna do it up in here till around six
n we gonna be puffin on that L till around six
n yes I fuck with this colabo cuz it's magic
Kells, Terror Squad, Joe still thuggin
I love the way you dancing out those clothes mama
Come n roll with me on 24's mama
Get you to the spot n it's what ever mama
now lets drop the top
Cuz we about to make it hot hot so hot hot so hot hot so hot hot
We about to make it hot hot hot hot hot
Keep it goin now come on
Keep it goin now come on
We bout to make it hot hot hot hot
We abot to make it hot hot hot
We talking big money, big estates,
Big cars, big cribs, bad bitches
Plenty of them nigger, foreign bitches
I don't know what they be saying half of time nigger
Dark side
... would stop... we was only paying... to the ones that came before
It's like lucky luciano, and al capone
Originated for selling... no liquor stores
Talking kobain, cocaine, that hard white
Pumping go train, go wings, it's all white
Hussle my way to the top but took flight
Haters try to pull the ladder...
Sitting in my castle, surrounded by naked dancers
And fully automatic stick... of the cancer
No answer for this life we just live it
The only question now is you with it
Travel so much you sway nigger move his...
Interiors and g5 skies is the limit
It's no biggie, I does it in my sleep
Dark side to ya, we do it for the streets, motherfuckers
Fast cars and bad broads
Every day we be about that dollar
Champagne popping yeah
You can't stop us, we on our hussle, so fly
Yeah we live the fast life
We hussle yeah, we bout that life
Niggers spit bars, all my niggers sit behind them
Serving sentences ever since... that's what's designing
Gazelle phrase bring a shape...
I'm in my bread already, and I'm...
Pull off the lot and every bitch got they eye on it
Tuxedo black phantom, nigger put a bowtie on it
Married to the game, glass shaped pool swimming in the champagne
Every day's a honey moon, whoa
Invisible setting all in the bezel
From rolex to the treatment, this sweet is all presidential
No safety on the plastic, the glock got 40
Ways to put you in a casket, choose 1
And never push the pedal to the shoes
Come supplying as a habit till they put your ass on news 1
You got 1 like the... bruise some
I know niggers ain't coming home till 2000 do something
Fast cars and bad broads
Every day we be about that dollar
Champagne popping yeah
You can't stop us, we on our hussle, so fly
Yeah we live the fast life
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t gotta pop the ?
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)
And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the
bed Nigga
Pop your collar to this
It's grills mania, ya heard me
Owww
[Chorus:]
She's my Mammy
She's my baby
I love you so much
You driving me crazy
Wanna be down
Jump in the car
Rollin wit me
I'll make you a star
[Verse 1:]
Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that
Give her some growth
Waited till I touch the cat
Told she going have to work if she going get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head
She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks
I said Mami stop talking
Just suck on this dick
I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing
Now watch me turn this nothing into something
Get it
Mami, Get in that kitchen
This is free base
Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see True
Just get the money don't listen
That Nigga think he cute
See all this money we got we going shopping
Louis Vitton & Pucci
We get it poppin
We hit the club on some clico shit
See the respect that you get from just being my bitch
Look see 'em they sick
They wan be in your shoes
That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused
I'm just using her for paper
She want a man
I'm bout to see my other bitch but
She understands
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Ay Yo
I met her at the Rucker Park
Watchin' the stars play
I knew she was a terror
She was watchin' the squad play
I knew she had her own
She was pushin' the bubble X
Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X
Fat Ass, Long Hair
Short like Nia Long
I knew she was a victim from the start
My G is strong
And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers
Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers
I'm lookin' at receipts
She spent G's on the kid
I'm pushin' her V
Even got keys to the crib
If I needed to bag up
I bought G's to the crib
I got knocked - What she did
Put up the deed to the crib
Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Look my niggaz is wit Ma
Let's make it happen
So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four
Told every nosey bitch
Get the fuck on the floor
Then she opened up the bag
And started to fill 'em all
Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer
Told security if you move
This goin' be your last night
I'm working with this Mack ten
You workin' with a flash light
I'm walking backwards
Nobody moved word to mother
Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover
That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me
I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me
That why
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
Shes a hunny she stings like a bee
Your the punk and she's the queen
Shes an angel she's a dove
With a taste for a villans blood
Packing heat strutting on the street
Chew you up and make you meat
Sexy feline machine
Sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Sexy feline machine
Sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
You can't stop her
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya........
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
Shes a hunny she stings like a bee
Your the punk and she's the queen
Sexy feline machine
Sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Sexy feline machine
Sexy feline machine
(every thing is not as it seems)
Sexy feline machine
Sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
You can't stop her
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya...........
what is freaky?
freaky is a whole lot of magic
all up in one little space
that just needs to escape
but you know what?
i dont call it freaky
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!
"Once again back is the incredible - the incredible"
Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is
Crack, ain't been gone before a week
And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space
Pile high to the top of the Empire State
CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it
Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit
Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
Truly just check the suicide doors
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
Lookin back I did the shit to death
I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead
I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill
Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest
Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
Dope man dope man, I got that coke man
Brother Joe man the king of the streets
TS we incredibly credible like Stun said
It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads
And you know that K go chop chop chop
In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop
I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate
That's when it became apparent to me
That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
I plead innocent your honor
I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef
Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
Problem is when I win, my team eats
But wait, just think the opposite of that
You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back
Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that
Where the cops at? prayin that they comin
Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach
On my waist you know I got keep that oven
For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high
Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga!
Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid!
Basement jaxx
You keep on giving me the hold up
You know id wish youd make your mind up
Coz when we get it on its so-so
You used to be my romeo
(whoo-o-way-o)
Coz you see my dear i have had enough
Of keeping quiet about all this stuff
Youre neurotic like a yo-yo
You used t be my romeo
(whoo-o-way-o)
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
You used to be my romeo
You keep on giving me the hold up
You know id wish youd make your mind up
Coz when we get it on its so-so
You used to be my romeo
(whoo-o-way-o)
Coz you see my dear i have had enough
Of keeping quiet about all this stuff
Youre neurotic like a yo-yo
You used t be my romeo
(whoo-o-way-o)
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
You used to be my romeo
Let it go (let it all go)
Coz you left me laying there,
with a broken heart.
Starring Through a deep cold void,
alone in the dark.
And i miss youre warmth in the morning
And the laughter when i cant stop yawning
Coz the tears on my pillow have dried my dear
Im gonna let it all go
coz i have no fear
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
You used to be my romeo
(i-e-i-e-i)
You used to be my romeo
(i-e-i-e-i)
You used to be my romeo
(i-e-i-e-i)
You used to be my romeo
(i-e-i-e-i)
You used to be my romeo
You used to be my romeo
Fat Joe, TPain shawty
TPain:
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need to get a new swag
I can put you in that game
And I could have you lookin like you've never seen
Baby you bad as fuck
But when I'm done you be lookin so clean
Chorus:
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, Toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game
She said she never seen a car
With the seat in the middle
She tried to bit my chain
She thought it was some skittles
I don't be runnin game
I just be runnin riddles
Have her hittin high notes
Like my dick comes with a fiddle
Now I'm 24 inches on the grizzo grizzo (Ah Oh)
Anything you want to tizzon tizzon (Ah Oh)
Puffin on that hazel talking pizzonts pizzonts (Ah Oh)
Got to get that money that's how we get down, get down (Yeah)
Suicide doors
I'm so Cole bane
Lowie Camel Jacket
The back is the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
Top blown off
And I ain't even aine
Yankee hat back
The seats are lane
And no it's not a car
That's a fucken airplane
Chorus:
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, Toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game
Haha
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is O
It leans in my kizzon kizzon (Ah Oh)
And I blow difference
Cause I'm Stizzup Stizzup (Ah Oh)
Party on the yacht
Or we can party on the island
Party with two way
I guarantee I'll have you smillin
Said she never partied
With a G like me
Well I'm in Caro City
Servin E to the fends
Bet chu never ride that bus
20's on that konyac truck
Bet I'll have your friends
Like they said whos fly as us
Listen to me shawty
I can put you in the game
Shrapwal Wrags be drippin
Couple diamonds on your chain
You know we on a roll
Blowin drow gettin dough
So all you got do is say
Yes ma we can go
Chorus:
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, Toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game
She said she never seen a car
With the seat in the middle
She tried to bit my chain
She thought it was some skittles
I don't be runnin game
I just be runnin riddles
Have her hittin high notes
Like my dick comes with a fiddle
Now I'm 24 inches on the grizzo grizzo (Ah Oh)
Anything you want to tizzon tizzon (Ah Oh)
Puffin on that hazel talking pizzonts pizzonts (Ah Oh)
Got to get that money that's how we get down, get down (Yeah)
Suicide doors
I'm so Cole bane
Lowie Camel Jacket
The back is the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
Top blown off
And I ain't even aine
Yankee hat back
The seats are lane
And no it's not a car
That's a fucken airplane
Chorus:
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, Toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game
Fat Joe:
Now she lookin best ya'll
Cause ya boy's in a slump
I took her out of the jets
The top floor of the trump
Had to hustle hard
To give little mama the monks
Now she runnin down 5th
Like she related to Gump
I'm talking forest
And yes that's the hood where I'm from
Had shawty bustin off
Like her pussy's a gun
Then I beat it up
Like that ass comes with a drum
And I can do the same things to you
That I did for pun , and one
TPain:
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need to get a new swag
I can put you in that game
And I could have you lookin like you've never seen
Baby you bad as fuck
But when I'm done you be lookin so clean
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, Toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
my niggers murder for recreation and that's a fact
get off your as- real niggers learn to spin a back
get money f-ck bit-hes ain't no leaving that
back from africa ain't no prince .. come in that
this crack would it taste to .. a soda
cheese lines .. f-cking order
looking at my .. it's about the time
looking back at my .. my seats reclaim
pay for over p-ssy bit-hes i am up to the mall
look around the .. carrying luis vuitton
told enough to .. this b-tch to vietnam
the devil with me tell him to .. three alarm
that bitch used to come joe crack the down
he called her mommy f-cked happy days
bullets hit you harder than .. cause push the key
is necessary mean escalations waiting on the .. wish to be
chanel slippers chanel is a striper
.. rap her so i can kiss her .. you are sitting on the stairs
i thought got a bold hair bitch.
used to pose it was all good a week ago
.. let the weed smoke fill the air ..
cause pushin keys is a necessary means escalations ..
scream you name overseas whey out there in .. got a
yeah nigger try me up try me up
you might know nigger about me
East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the death
It's nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh
Its like I'm always out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother
Y'all not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm like lil' lease from b-street man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the ROC
The way I just blazed
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin calls from the celly
We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me, I'm like gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? with a featured actress
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's haha, come on, woo uh
And even if she's all about the money I don't really care
Got a lot of money... to share, share
You're still my pide and joy
... at the Nick game...
Plus I worked on the kick game, Louis Vuitton
Breaking... made the...
She a beautiful nightmare, turn the lights on!
So I could see that ass
... Louis teh king, she free at last
Where did my nigger Joe...
Before we went to the club she wanted a golden...
... I let it get the black card, I couldn't hold it back
Cause back in the back yard she used to hold the crack
So I got the mother hoes off, I could...
Chorus: (x2)
I ain't never... I need some more
You gonna have to show me more
You're still my pride and joy
Is gonna... me and you... real for sure
But you gonna have to show me more
For you're still my pride and joy
For you're still my pride and joy
... she went with another...
But she loves women and she keeps it undercover...
And I love women, so she brings them undercover...
Fight them, we're fucking, I swear I really love them, though
Don't wanna be a player, I...
Just to... all these lovers and the other hoes
And if she... another blow
And I only mean that I'mma have to hit anotehr stove
Send another knot, hit anotehr lot
That's how you know...
Chorus:
I ain't never... I need some more
You gonna have to show me more
You're still my pride and joy
Is gonna... me and you... real for sure
But you gonna have to show me more
For you're still my pride and joy
For you're still my pride and joy
And even if she's all about the money I don't really care
Got a lot of money... to share, share
[Fat Joe]
Shawty I beat it, anytime you need me
To me your the most beautiful girl, easy
Nothin' feels better then the love that you supplin'
Can't make a better ticket that's me and weird science
She love me even though I'm fat, I rance the track
My pants are saggin', you see my crack
Now thats Joey from da block, the only one I got
Sing on the more or less you hold the number one spot
Even when I'm down you make me feel on top
It's like the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five
[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one
[Fat Joe]
One, not two or three
Spend the rest of our lives what's it gonna be
I remember when you first moved in with me
And your moms and your pops didn't even wanna see
I told you it'll be okay
Put my life on the line on the grind hit the streets all day
You've seen that, and the deeds with chase
Hoppin' over them gates, I could see your face
More reason to get away the set
Get runnin', tucked my kids to sleep, tell 'em daddy's coming
And I wanna get you outta them jacks
Nothin' but the best baby girl and that's just outta respect
[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one
[Joe]
Ain't no shawty like the one I got
Take the work from your crib all damn the spot
I mean ya'll holla when she walked in the block
But she only love me man you ain't gotta shot
And there's nothing like the love we share
Even when your gone baby girl its like your still right here
One sun, one moon, your my one boo
I could count on you, you always come through
[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up wit your shit and deal wit you
We all, we all need, we all need one
[Joe]
Everybody wish they got that ride or die
That one and only seeing them all less
You feel me, no paper, locked down
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap
We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama
Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it
Ten million written all over that
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
Nine check
Forty check
K's check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personal
This Coca baby
I'm an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You's a clapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Layed his ass flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines
Yeah, I smell pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That's how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it
I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker
I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets
Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets
I got a thing for my little buddy
That black Mac do his thing
Leave a Nigga ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em
We'll open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I'm a rat killer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga
Yeah it's crack Nigga
A lot of bitches like to talk
Make em bite they tongue
Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'fucker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber
I'll leave you comatose
[Hook]
As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
No country for old men, no country for old men
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
[Verse 1: fat joe]
Jeremy lee and I got that china white
Ray charles when them boys come, outta sight
I puts the work in that pot yeah,
Then watch the motherfucker bubble like the...
We're from the streets that made... pastor
Ripping in the kitchen, I'm the base master
These niggas dying over red bones
I beats the p-ssy up like some headphones
Niggas swear to god that they gonna clap him
Backy out, ain't gonna happen
Look at me, I'm rocking 2 chainz
In that bentley truck, that's the new game
[Hook]
As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
No country for old men, no country for old men
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
[Verse 1: 2 chainz]
28 grams in a ziplock, time to hit the block and make that bitch flip flop
Gucci flip floss with the polo socks
When your girl leave me she needs a...
2 gun game, one is 38,
Every time I do a verse, first bought the 8
My first job was in the trap, selling weight
Turn 1 to 2, 2 to 4 and 4 to 8
2 red bone, each with red bottoms
Play the feet on the whip and call it nail polish
I got a fetish for the doll, nigga eat your zone
If money talk you need to put me on the speaker phone
[Hook]
As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
No country for old men, no country for old men
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
[Verse 3: french montana]
Cocaine magic white rabbit out the hat
I ain't talking apple when I'm pulling up the mac
With that ready rock, call me betty clock
I'm at the 44 where I aim choppers
Smoking purple leaf, right by forest projects
No... chop your body up on 40 bucks
With 30 chainz on, I'm a blogger dream
Hit jersey flip the work back...
I don't work out, but shawty love my sport car
I have niggas light up your crib for like 4 bars
Young nigga shining like I rock the...
Bout 100 on the piece, 50 on...
[Hook]
As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10
Kiss the ring, no country for old men
No country for old men, no country for old men
Ace of spades, sin city, then I'm all in
yeah, uh,as we proceed to give you what you need
come on
coca baby youh know its me; coca baby youh know its me
got trees got weed,pop E,cool D
(come on)coca baby youh know its me; coca baby youh kno its me
Fat Joe:
i dont give a fuck; i dont give a fuck shit never gave a fuck but i hit em up
(come on) coca baby youh kno its me ; BX TS till i D-I-E
new york new york shit thats all me
name another niggah with a flow like me
so sick i swear its H-I-P put it on 5th left eye C
flamin i kno all about the hotter claimin
pavement thats where im hidinq all the payments
davis i get it poppin like larry
badly i just wanna run up in ya family
Coca baby youh know its me
got knives, got text,got max,got weed
mister enuff would you bump mah shit
funk master flex would youh bump mah shit
i do it for the niqqahs that be banging them shits
bumping those bricks talking mah shit
uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah got hit
uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah bout to snitch
Chorus:
as we proceed to give you what you need
come on
coca baby youh know its me; coca baby youh know its me
got trees got weed,pop E,cool D
(come on)coca baby youh know its me; coca baby youh kno its me
Fat joe:
(Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta)
Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..
Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?
I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs
In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
And live niggaz get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life's legendary
If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary
What you know 16 be missin' Benzes
Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches
Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitches
A-YO, you can ask dapadan who was the man
Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand
Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie
My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me
Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now
with the taj, stay frontin' with top down
See me in that new thing with my fiancee
Ass so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE"
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
for giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow
WHOA
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
Bring it on, and I'm show you gangsta
Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
He got his shit rocked cause he didn't pay homage
It's the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit
Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid
Joey Crack is, the most official
Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue
I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me
I could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHED
And that sucks, ain't nobody could fuck with this
Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss
For runnin' your lips
Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, don't make me...
splash your lungs right in front of your kids
I'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard space
or I'ma have your ass erased
I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit
But still don't get enough props
All I hear is "Gangsta" you ain't build like that
Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
I'm from crills to crack
You've been dealin' with rap
You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealing your act
What the fuck
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you
Follow me
Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
NEW YORK!
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
Never comin' out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
Owwwwwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas
Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror
Got a handful of stacks
better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes
Cr-Cr-Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack
you hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cause he ain't have that metal
I'm a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
you a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka
Yeah, Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gon' need you a pass that's the code that we live by.
OWWWW, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass,
Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for?
Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listening (listening), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean, This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now, yup, yup we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep falling even when it's draughted
Owwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all
She gets it popping with no hands, I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is, yo, it's them powder kids
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
Blane nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker
Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef
My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Straight out the projects
A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar
Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
Make your move baby, c'mon
Step up baby
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Life Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's like, please goin through wrong
Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo
She was only sixteen, when I met her I was playin the corner
Had to scream one of her niggas, like get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, real neighborhood jewel
You would never see her out, 'less she comin from school
At first we started out like sisters and brothers
'Till we finally let it out, and started kissin and huggin
And your moms always dissin me, tryin to get rid a me
I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity
She was right, sexin all day
When they wouldn't let me in, we be playin the hallway
Talkin all day, bout the stupidest shit
Like if we got rich, what would we do with our chips?
And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
And Life Goes On
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
(was she a little more), haha ..
Yeah, huh, but Life Goes On
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
hahahaha, yeah, yeah, woof, uh, yo
But Life Goes On
This shit got deeper, you was havin my seed
I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me
Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan
Kept us up all night, always bitchin and cryin
I was still slingin fast, the "Flow Joe" came out
Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out
The groupies was chasin me, rudely awakened me
No longer safe for me, this new world is takin me
You deserve much more than to be mistreated
I was a fucked up nigga, but at least I admit it
Just to be cool, I helped you through school
So you can have your own career, and don't depend on no fool
Life seems crazy when you look back
I pray to God, that you hook up with a good cat
We can't look at, who's right or who's wrong
But I thought I'd let you know through this song
That Life Goes On
So I moved on to the next phase a my life
I finally met the women I would make my wife
It was love at the first sight, in the worst way
Shorty kept holdin out, had me thirsty, mercy
Mi shari amor, whisper in my ear
Tell me baby girl is it me that you adore
Used to stay up all night, just bumpin and grindin
Makin plans for the future, how to hustle my rhyme in
Used to drive cross state for like a G a show
A well known famous rapper, but my pocket's is broke
But we kept grindin
Slowly but surely, kept climbin
Pun broke in the doors, now we headlinin
I'm lettin everybody know your my sweetest possession
How you kept me real strong through the deepest depression
Paid no mind to your friends, cause their words is trife
I hold you down for the rest of your life
Cause Life Goes On
Look just shut the fuck up, Joe told us what happened
Told us what, what happened
You're trying to act like you don't know what's going on, but I know
you know what happened that night
I was drinking Cristal on the right hand side (yeah)
Hennessey on the left hand side
Macho gave it to me, I don't remember after that so, aw
You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Maybe we should put him in a cell and lock him up, until he fucking talks
Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean?
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that's not good
Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told us
Fuck it, listen to me, I don't snitch, I'm Twistin alright
Stop!
I'ts the mother fucking remix
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
For real I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Uh yea Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Let's Go!
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
And the day ya'll do
It'll be the day ya'll bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5 years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
The model from white America
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
percentages of the press we don't
The best from each coast
The midwest to the dirty dirty
Even further to Miami
All the way back to Californ-i-a
It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
tell him about the storm coming all our way
So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
Shake that ass a little more my way
But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)
No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
Nigga not me
Got the streets asking damn who can top P
Summer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beat
I guess I'm bicoastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
As the wheel keeps spinning
I can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out
No Joey bring them semi's out
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
So much rappers acting in the game
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out
Lean back mother fucker
This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
Ill tell you how my day has been,
How the sun has caught my face.
How i lul myself to sleep,
Weaving shadows on my face.
Chasing dreams that just passed by
Broken dreams im just too late.
Chasing dreams that just passed by
Broken dreams im just too late.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing, chasing broken dreams
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing, chasing broken dreams
Hmmm hmmmh hmh mh....
If only you could keep me warm,
If only you could keep me from harm.
If only you could shhh hmm hmm hmm hmm
Chasing dreams that just passed by
Broken dreams im just too late.
Chasing dreams that just passed by
Broken dreams im just too late.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing, chasing broken dreams
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing dreams,
(whistling)
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
[RZA]
I pulled off with Juanita in a two-seater
Just left the lover, shorty loved it, shit was off the meter
High speed down the block, she had the hammer by Peter
Flipped her tongue inside my ear, I was like shit, mama mia!
Bong, I threw on a smooth slow song
As I stuck my two fingers in between her thong
She was like, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby"
"Two headache, ah popa chulo, de hablo Bobby"
[Chorus 2X: Ndira]
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
Ven baila conmigo en esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
Ven baila conmigo esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
Yo it's the God Joey Crack and Bobby Digi
It looks like these Wu-Tang niggaz beat me to the trizi
They got mami's all over the place
Makin' out with each other and givin' niggaz face
I'm so excited I'm invited to your party
And I'm on the ferry right now with some blunts and Bacardi
Headin' to the Island, not P.R. but Shaolin
Where every nigga got a Wu-Tang medallion
I'm in Stapleton, it's Off the Wall
We puffin' L's in the staircase, the fourth floor
Shorties givin' me brains, she thought she had me
'Til I flipped her over and mad her scream, "Daddy!"
[Chorus 2X]
[Method Man]
Hey, hey, hey..
Uh, uh, uh, uh..
Eh eh eh eh eh..
Hey Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'?
It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True)
I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
Your popi two-way beefin', let him know that you cheatin'
Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
We can play doctor soon as I drop my jabows
Kiss me on my eyelids
make bad things go away
kiss me on my forehead
make evrything okay
Hold my face real steady
for i dont want you to miss
coz the remedy for all my pain is
Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games
Niggaz act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
Niggaz replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these niggaz straight music!
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe niggaz schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
Niggaz talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the shit that get me aggrevated
It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake niggaz.. Jers' State niggaz..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s
(J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin shit, still ain't shit!
(E) You envious niggaz can suck my dick!
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze niggaz over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV,
on yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin slice it
Bastards, POOF!!
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..
Baby, you can keep a secret
Coca
Krills mania - ayy, AYY!
Uhh, uhh
Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N-Y
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin like America's Top Model
She says, Your earring - look at that thing~!
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I like c'mon ma; you know me run New York
Jay's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm lookin a-head
Then I'm lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G's
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
If you don't want me to
Cause I got a thing for you
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)
Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
I'll never do bad to youuuuu
Cause baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for ya
A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls
What you know about havin dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the bird man when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard
Went to Chao for chow's out and order the same thing
Bill's so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Grown man B.I.
Millionaire frames, Perrier rods
Every day a different chain nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
and get you right, lay pipe all night like me
Call you Fruity Pebbles cause you got so many spa bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bag
Hermes shiy wherever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that
Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
Christian, Lou' Vuitton, the bluish charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one~!
J. Holiday checkin in...
Said this is grown folks music
I got a thing for you, yeah
I, i gotta breakaway,
coz noone out theres listenes to a single word i say
I, i gotta breakaway,
coz noone out theres listenes to a single word i say
I, i gotta get away,
im living the same old shit each and every damn day
I, i gotta get away,
im living the same old shit each and every damn day
im on fire
and i gotta break out
im on fire
and i gotta break out
break out
break out
break out
ive had enough of this gotta break thru
I, i gotta breakaway,
coz noone out theres listenes to a single word i say
I, i gotta breakaway,
coz noone out theres listenes to a single word i say
I, i gotta get away,
im living the same old shit each and every damn day
I, i gotta get away,
im living the same old shit each and every damn day
im on fire
and i gotta break out
im on fire
and i gotta break out...
im on fire
and your freaking me out
break out (im on fire)
break out (breakout)
break out
Ive had enough of this gotta break thru
Gonna leave all this trouble,
living life on the double.
and my minds going mad,
with emotional muddle
cant see, cant think
all trapped in a bubble
all i want is to..
break out
break out
break out
break out ....
and your creeping me out
Yeah, it's time baby
It's time to speak the truth, maturity
Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real
Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin about the real
This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you
Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death
Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, how much more hurtin's left?
When will the pain stop?
This depression and anxiety, is gonna make me show another side of me
My niggas ride with me cause I'm the truth
There's benefits to rollin with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you
Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber
But study the facts of crack, the shit don't add up
I'm bringin opportunity to my community
Probably the only rapper that cares, but still you out to ruin me
Who you foolin B? I'm for unity, latins and blacks
Could you fathom the strength, we have of the two it attach
Born together, voted alike
These uncle charm politicians ain't holdin us right
How could the same nigga be 20 years in office
When it's clear the only thing that's risin is unemployment
Abortion, little kids havin kids
The school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit
While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dyin young
I can't hide no more, the time has come
I was born in the ghetto
Tremblin, tryin' a stay alive
Cause when you're born in the ghetto
No one seems to hear your cry
Brown skin, you know I love my bra-ha-own skin
Everyday I'm confronted with racism
These motherfuckin coppers, wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons
After all the taxes I pay
You would think when they stop us, they would have something nicer to say
Than "get the fuck out the car, where the drugs at?
all the jewelry you wearin, where the fuckin guns at?"
Once they search the car clean and find nothin
The same crooked cops try to act like they know us or somethin
Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands
Two seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains
Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband
The more I think about it, man it's just disgusting
Still we live amongst 'em, everybody wants out
That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths
Like we ain't grow up on welfare
Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro Players
We need to educate the youth, tell our seeds the truth
Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof
Oh, yeah, so much pain
Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive
Out in these streets, oooh
Man sometimes in can get so tough
Oh yeah, yes it can
Yes it can, yeah
I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby
Yeah, uhh, it's Cook
The voice is so floetry, it's so magnetic
Hahahaha, aowwwwwww, Al. B Sure attracts the ladies
Seriously, uh, yo - aowwwwww
I don't usually do this, but I
had to push upon you, excuse if I stutter
D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better
I'm pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather
Got a girl, you got a man, this'll be our secret
He plays for the Heat, well that's so convenient
I'm at the games all the time
While your man runs games, it's a shame how he lies
I can lend a little more than a earful
I know ma, you're more than a Dior and a hairdo
Yes, furthermore let me prepare you
Now get it on the floor ma, don't mean to scare you
But I'ma, punish that, then run it back
'Til the sun come up, you screamin let us Crack
Now how you do that, that thing when you do that
Ma if I could sing, I would whisper to you that
Oh yeah? C'mere pretty girl let me talk to you
Oh what? You just got off the phone with who?
With Crack? C'mete pretty girl let me talk to you real fast
Daaaamn!
Damnit baby, let me talk to ya
Fly, put your cell back in your purse, let me tell you why
A nigga like me gotta be in your life
Damn this evening is nice, let me share some advice wit'chall
Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm
You're lookin like you need a reason to smile
You're lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right
Has anyone ever told you you look like Karen White
Sprinkled with some Beyonce, a little bit of Janet Jackson
way before them actions, girl quit actin, like you ain't feelin me
When you feelin me damn baby please get up off your kneeeeeeeez-ah
Wooooo! Yeah
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy
Say what? Uh-huh, c'mon, yeah, let's, now let's go
Yeah, uhh - aowwwwww
Yeah, yo, uhh
What'chu know about your main man Flow Joe
Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo
And the way I move is oh-so-fly
Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst
Ha ha, watch yourself
Yeah I know them doors swing open awkward
Man I don't know why they made 'em like that but
Sip some Petron, slip off your clothes
Girl let's get it on, ma turn off your phone
Cause we don't need no interruptions
Hop on your good foot, let's get into somethin
Aowwwwwww - and don't it feel so right
Got a T you can wear for the rest of the night
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy
Yup! Yup! Yup! Uh-huh, haha
Uh, T.S.!
None better
Life of a hustler
Yo, yo, yo
Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies
Supplyin' customers and keep it free, suspended in time
Pop another thug that's tryin' to stop a scream but they dyin'
Hoppin' all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines
They got that energy, confident and always aware
Who's watchin' them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year
And just, nod and stare and show no fear
'Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin' a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state, this shit is real
And you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels
Some be creepin', some be squealing on the deal with the F E D
Some of them sleep in six feet 'cause they skrilled
Fuckin' with hustlers you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Seems like the style, now is rappin', how you push packs in large amounts
And never spend a day in life movin' them cracks about?
That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin' they lips
And gettin' me in the middle of shit with other niggaz
And real dealers don't be yappin' on the phone
What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin' a joke
There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin' with holes
Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin' is the key to success, and on that note
I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
Fuckin' with hustlers, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers, a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin' niggaz, all my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz flippin' bricks out there, yeah
All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits
In the pourin' rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin' the C.I. in the rain, y'know? Cup-O-Noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco
And I'm a hustler, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers, a little thug's role model
Where the snub full of hollows tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done
Now you've been holding me down
For such a long time now
From back then
To now in my story
Straight from the hood
You've always been there for me
And ya had my back
(When they) Back when everybody said
I wasn't anything
It was you who had me holdin' on
No matter what was goin' on
So no whatever ya need I got you
Reminiscing that 6 train from way back
Now its sky blue phantoms and stretch may backs
Sweepin' them floors in them Bronx apartments
Mira esta que on that red carpet
With Pun died you was the first to call me
I never told you but you was there for me
Whatever you need, I'll be there for you
Crack - I got ya back for real (True story)
Now my loyalty, will always be
With you, if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
'Cause baby you don't have to change (no)
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Boy, I'm gon' hold you down
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Girl, I'm gon' hold you down
2005 Rakim and Jody Watley
Why'd she paint such a picture so perfect
Quite possibly
The real expression from BX
To South Beach
I'ma always hold you down, girl
You can count on me
So remember this whenever I call
We go back too far
We've been through it all
Even though we haven't spoke
In so long
Ain't nothing has changed
Not a damn thing, baby
Now my loyalty, will always be
With you, if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
'Cause baby you don't have to change because
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Boy, I'm gon' hold you down
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Girl, I'm gon' hold you down
Like green, it's the autumns
Things will stay
This industry, yeah, I fought
Made me this way
Get between me and J.Lo
I simply stay
You better off sweepin' leaves
On a windy day (no)
So I don't care about the situation
I'ma ride for you if there's a complication
Every time you had my back and all
When we were young
Now you Joe, we crackin' off
Now my loyalty, will always be
With you, if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
'Cause baby you don't have to change because
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Boy, I'm gon' hold you down
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Girl, I'm gon' hold you down
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down
You know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
Heavenly Father
Preed Of All Things
I Thumble Then Say
As About To Your Throne
Heavenly Father
(Lil Wayne)
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
Heavenly Father
(Fat Joe)
God Forgive Me For The Killings In The Past
All Of Corupt Business In The Dealings That I have
All Of These Pregnant Ladies That I Syruped On There As*
Have Me Feeling Like am a Bishop When I Hold My First Gat
They Killed Tom Right Infront Of His Home,
They Even Murdered Steeve my MPV
So I Dropped To My Knees, Why It Couldn't Be Me
Why You Had To Leave Me Here To Deal With All Of These Mv's
Even When I Got Free Am Feeling I Aint Free
Hated By The (), Being Something They Can't Be
A Couple Hundred Million, A SomeThing will Never See
So We Speak Crossing That Verse Into A Tree
Heavenly Father
(Lil Wayne)
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
Heavenly Father
(Fat Joe)
I've Paid Nig*as Rents,
Even Paid Nig*as Bells,
Gave Nig*as Jobs, So They Wouldn't Go To jail
Did so Much Dirt, Nig*as Knew I Won't Tell,
Played For Some Funerals, They Probably What The Hell
I Bein Around The BullSh*t
I Am Just Speaking On What's Real
I Ain't Talking on The BullSh*t
Man Am Talking About What's Real
I Am Justifing Bettles, What Cheated On My Kneels,
Cheated With This Brother, God Damn This Bitch Ill
Probably The Reason My Nig*a Never Left A Well
Things you've Never Know, I Had A Mercy On A Soul
Big Bone, One Of The Most Realest I Ever Known
Heavenly Father
(Lil Wayne)
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
Heavenly Father
(Fat Joe)
When I Die, I Know They'll Bury Me A G
Don't Cry For Me, Just Let A Nig*a Be
In Other Words, Letta Nig*a Rest In Piece
I've Been Goin' So High , And I Barely Got A Sleep
() I Know My Mamma Come Take My Past And Heart
But Let Her Know When We Suits To Little Point Is Gone
() As Ima Take a Motherfuck*r's Heart
Many Wars You Could See'em On The Bullet's Skarves.
Lord Can't you Forgive me For My Sinks,
Let Me Fly Witchua help in nig*as Feathers' Wings
Hazaride You'll Forever Be My Queen
Stop For Now, Danny Had To Go And Meet The King
Heavenly Father
(Lil Wayne)
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Keep,
And If I should Die Before I Wake, I Pray To The Lord My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
Heavenly Father
Preed Of All THings
I Thumble Then Say
As About To Your Throne
Heavenly Father
Let me talk to these niggaz
I fought with these niggaz
Been in court for these niggaz
These is my niggaz
I never once count the chart figures
Never blamed y'all when shit came up missing
Naw, Plus You's a live wire
Caught beef aver you niggaz in Elmira
Stood next to y'all while you was on fire
Nigga's tried to kill us everyday but we some riders
Right - where did we go wrong
You stayed in the streets I switched to rap songs
You blazin' your heat I'm reppin' the Bronx
Got caught in the sweep
I'm payin your bond
Shit, I'd a done it ten times
Next thing I know I hear you talking out of line
Like, This ain't love
This is extortion
Joey know better I put 'em in a coffin
Shit, I had to take a deep breath
This shit about to get real crazy in the X
Man I have them run up on ya
I'll wait a couple years you'll be on that same corner
Kind of hard not to kill niggaz
Like a full time job not to kill niggaz
Oh yeah
This shit is realer then you think
For my respect I do years in the bink
Been in the game for the minute
I'm making moves
I switch careers
I make them movies
Got TV shows that's reppin' the Bronx
I'm spitting Spanish
I'm Viva Reggetone, niggaz
Oh yeah I'm ready for war
Any body hard body
Just my four four
I mean Cracks that niggaz
I'll smack that Nigga
I'll yap that Nigga
Gun clap that Nigga
Oh yeah I spit that shit
Motivate young bucks how to flip them bricks
Showed you how to jump off and switch the fifth
And this all the mo'fucking thanks I get
Shit, I'm just being polite
I'm married to this rap shit but the streets my life
[Young Jeezy]
Guess who's bizzack (Back)
Still smell the blow in my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (Cookin them O's)
Like Horse shoes, I was tossin them O's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (Cycle the flow)
I'm emotional (I hug the block)
Aye, I'm so emotional (I love my glock)
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
Bout the skrilla, call me a ghostface killa (Yep)
It's kinda hard to be drug-free
When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free
Switch hustle, been killin 'em ever since (Since)
It pays to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense
[Chorus]
When they play a new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (Chea!)
and watch the dope boys go crazy!
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin doin my thang (Aye...)
When they play a new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
and watch the dope boys go crazy!
you pop ya collar then you swing ya chain
for all the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang, Aye!
[Jay-Z]
Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, Lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Mariott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustla's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me youngin, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When Puff was in that tuff spillin Mo'
I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
Same timers my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the GS, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the reach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can Kingpin you a line, the diamond of time, uh!
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cuz I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah Hov" Talk that shit
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Whattup Jeez?
Cracks...life, what's the matta wit yo head?
Cracks...life, all you niggaz gon end up dead
Cracks...life, everybody servin rat til he ride
Everybody think they somebody, til somebody end up shot
Listen, I'm in that GT, Choppa on the passenger side
No skeets skeets, choppa on the passenger side
They said Trap or Die but said fuck it
Damn near half my life I been a suspect
Feds low in them Coupe Devilles
So I keep one eye open like Bushwick Bill
They said my mind's playin tricks on me (Damn right)
So I let off a half a clip on em'
Ain't no witnesses tellin the story (Hell naw...)
Then my bitch spent all of the bail money (And then what?)
I don gave 'em my pimp cup for a gangsta hat
Traded my gangsta hat for some gangsta raps
Only to find out that no gangsta's rap
Half of these niggaz is pussy, ain't never served crack (Crack, crack, crack, crack)
It's like a damn nightmare
Just when you thought I was gone, I reappear
on some chopped up, screwed shit, poppi got his swagga back
Hot sick, clue shit, bought a brick of half of rap
In that 'cedes when it's said and done
Yeah poppi kinda crazy, squeeze the pound for fun (Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
Won't stop til my whole team in thug mansions (Chea)
And I say I like Pac, now that's a thug's passion (Ha ha!)
And this the realist shit I ever wrote
And all eyes on me, like a microscope
Young Jeezy give 'em one more chance
Tried to shine like you, and spent his whole advance (Aye...)
Like my main man Pulla, talk real slick
Look I'm ok, but my watch sick
Yean gotta like a nigga, just respect my mind
and this how I'm eatin now, so respect my grind (Spect my grind)
The way I put them words together
'Minds me How I used to put them birds together
(Chorus)
[Young Jeezy]
Buy 18 the hard way (Let's get it!)
Have a humble nigga thinkin about gun play (Chea)
Now who the fuck wanna play wit guns?
Alotta holes, alotta blood dawg, the shit ain't fun (Nope)
So I suggest you don't play wit my chains
I'll send these hollows atcha, let 'em play wit ya brain (That's right....)
These streets is watchin, The name is warm
The product's white, A star is born (Yeah...)
Pimpin I'm so fly, If I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (Damn...)
Wrap the work like spandex wit the latex (Chea)
Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (Aye....)
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
I wanna undress you
I wanna caress you
Don't wanna be coy
Its time to get me off
I wanna undress you
I wanna caress you
Don't wanna be coy
Its time to get me off
Cmon baby thrust me trust me
Get me off
Your my poison and i can not get enough
Cmon baby thrust me trust me
Get me off
Your my poison and i can not get enough
Get me off
Get me off
Get me off
(getting loose getting loose)
Get me off
Get me off
Get me off
Youve got to get me off
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
I wanna undress you
I wanna caress you
Don't wanna be coy
Its time to get me off
I wanna undress you
I wanna caress you
Don't wanna be coy
Its time to get me off
Cmon baby thrust me trust me
Get me off
Your my poison and i can not get enough
Cmon baby thrust me trust me
Get me off
Your my poison and i can not get enough
Get me off
Get me off
Get me off
(getting loose, getting loose)
Get me off
Get me off
Get me off
Youve got to get me off
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Ohh iget me off so good
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
Well the musiks pumpin and i wish youd
Do the same to me.. ohhh
Your so freaky, treat me, make me come
Oh baby baby baby
Youve got to get me off
Get me off
Get me off
Get me off
(youve got to get me off)
Get me off.......
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Guess who's back?
Yeah, guess who's back?
They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers
Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, ladies!
"Your royal penis is clean, your highness"
Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight
... Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up!
You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?)
Homey please don't hate us
She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in L.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww)
V.A. is you wit me now
Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now
I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin 'em
The iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up!
She's bad like MJ's sister
I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her
Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that look worse than...
As long as they head right and ass fat
I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think collateral
Ain't no tellin what this clip and the Mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up!
[fat joe]
trying to cut the top off the porsche
put a bitch in the front
better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
i got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk
shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you want
i got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood
and she pop up whenever i touch the grain on the wood
i got a bitch from atlanta, she remind me of pebbles
got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
she call me marty mcfly, nike back to the future
10 racks on my feet, but that's something i'm used to
i put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake
worse than oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
i'm in the beach somewhere foreign, i'm in your bitch while you snoring
a million cash off the tour, then i'm back in the morning
i'm f-ckin sick of you niggas, i'm about to throw up a million
doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription
[hook]
go prez, go prez, rolling in bugatti
i got that ringo starr
i'm slingin' paul mccartney
bitch i'm in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon
dopeman! dopeman!
dopeman bitch, i'm the dopeman
bitch i'm in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon
[jadakiss]
of course i could get em
but do you know what to do with em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of 'em
talking about that diesel: the root of all evil
you could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle
i need a hundred more, and i want it pure
cause when somebody die off it
then they want it more!
the hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers
oxys got generic, they switched it to old
when you give em a 9 or better they go bananas
make a million dollars a month: that's what the plan was
now to catch the morning shift
cause they need that morning sniff
thousand bundles finished by 11, then i'm blowing spliffs
show you how to get right, crib right, whip right
ten dollars a bag, but it's 20 after midnight
pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
you know who i am muthaf-cka: i'm the dopeman
[hook]
cut the man off the middle, i want it all off the top
bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block
i'm taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product
invest in killers and dealers to take my company public
i got a thing for them strippers
got a pole in the mansion
white ho, marilyn manson
this for all of my niggas doing time up in prison
for getting caught with the burner, you know a rider's ambition
i'm 'bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to vegas
i'm 'bout a zionist mic praying the lord to forsake us
remember times i was broke, how it run in your pocket
spend my money on dope, then i tripled my profit
now i'm a multi-millionaire, head off in the lear
take bitches on the private, than set off in the air
I don't need no tv, I don't need no news
All I need is a bumpin beat to bump away my blues
I don't give a damn what the people say
I'm gonna do it, gonna do it my way
Gonna let it all out an do my thing
Boom boom boom an a bang bang bang
Oooh-
Do your thing
Do your thing, make my body sing
Do your thing, your thing, my thing, oh oh oh oh
Say shut your mouth you're in a fatal tiz
Free the mayhem in your mind, release the need inside of you
You're gonna suffer, coz the crowds so loud
Do your thing, do you
Boom boom boom an a
Oooh-Do your thing
Do your thing, make
Do your thing, your
Give me ying-yang
Kick it like a tin can
Do your thing, make
[Hook - Fat Joe]
Dirty Diana, Dirty Diana
Used to fuck with Billie Jean
Now it's Dirty Diana
White sweats on my feet
Take a pose for the camera
Got love for Billie Jean
But now it's Dirty Diana
I got a light-skinned girl
Look like Michael Jackson
Got a brown-skinned girl
Look like Michael Jackson
Dirty Diana, Dirty Diana
Used to fuck with Billie Jean
Now it's Dirty Diana
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
Slim waist, and some ass shots
Brand new veneers when the cash drops
I hit the button, let your weed float
Fuck a drop top, do it on a speedboat!
Columbian coke, that's that Carter Gina
Brazillian dope, that's Adriana Lima
S&M; like Rihanna's last song
So now I got to fuck her with the mask on!
That pussy good, we going shopping
Triple gold, presidential diamonds on the watch and
Fuck em all! Motherfuck em all!
Have a new bitch, have em
Leaning off the wall
[Hook - Fat Joe]
Dirty Diana, Dirty Diana
Used to fuck with Billie Jean
Now it's Dirty Diana
White sweats on my feet
Take a post for the camera
Got love for Billie Jean
But now it's Dirty Diana
I got a light-skinned girl
Look like Michael Jackson
Got a brown-skinned girl
Look like Michael Jackson
Dirty Diana, Dirty Diana
Used to fuck with Billie Jean
My niggas, this Coka
It?s Crackology 101, nigga
I breed you niggas, my sons
The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
And the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don?t get caught up in these streets alone
They?ll be heavy chopper firin', motherfuckers is dyin'
Niggas is runnin', helicopters is flyin'
All these suckers is lyin', tell the Feds that they see me
And I was just island hopin' somewhere in Tahiti
I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that
Get your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with Crack
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that?s stardom
Ghetto celeb, I been since I was younger
100 mill' strong, still dyin' of hunger
Under the chinchilla, believe me, the shit's realer
This piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep better
The street's terror, the weak better retreat
Man, I keep Berettas for these peoples that creep
Fuckin' crazy niggas, Crack, nigga
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That?s why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, nigga, don?t mention Joe
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That?s why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, nigga, don?t mention Joe
I keep hearin' that Crack's the truth
Real niggas is screamin', ?Joe, get back in the booth?
Yeah, I do it for them niggas that be huggin' the blocks
Those jack boys don?t give a fuck dumpin' at cops
These niggas crazy, some more real
They?ll get you for everythin', even your Paul Wall grill
Yes nigga, it's survival out here
These niggas don?t even respect the Bible out here
It spirals out here, cars and kings too
That?s the only thing this summer gon' bring you
I seen it all, man, they love it when I spit cane
Walk through the middle and speed with the big chain
I got 'em sick, man, look how the shit playin'
Piss stains yellow Pebble bezel on the wrist, man
You ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact, you is a great actor
I'm one O.G. you need to respect
Specially if you don?t want niggas to see through your chest
I caught his momma at the face to face
Now she layin' in St. Raymond?s in section 8, nigga
Follow me now, sit
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That?s why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, nigga, don?t mention Joe
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That?s why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, nigga, don?t mention Joe
Yeah, this goes out to all them niggas
Ghetto to ghetto, jails to jails
All my niggas playin' the yard right now, doin' pull ups
Pumpin' this shit in your headsets, I love you niggas, Crack
Otis Ville, you know it's real, Rikers
All my niggas holdin' it down
All my street niggas, gangster niggas
When I met you
You were sexy
You were freaky
I thought my luck was in
Then I noticed,
You were crazy
I did not know what to do
Cos I thought it was love
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
What we had now it's gone
I want something that you cannot give
I want Somewhere where the sun will shine
Why must we be so imcompatible?
Why must we be so imcompatible ?
Freaky cos I thougt I was in love
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky) Kind of special in so many ways
What we had now it's gone
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
What we had now it's gone
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
Crazy Girl (Freaky)
[chris brown - hook]
don't you be holding back, your love
don't you be holding back
don't you be holding back, your love
don't you be holding back
cuz in the end girl you're gonna want another round,
another round
only girl you'll want another round, another round
i used to want you, and her and her and her and you and
her and her
i used to want you, and her and her and her
all i want, all i want
shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game
the bitch badder than any bitch that you name
i'm talking janet, maybe kim k, i heard rihanna, she like the
kinky, come on.
Verse 1 - fat joe]
quit playing girl you know that you want it
i can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt
it you bad
something like dirty diana, body dope as heron
and the sex hard to handle
your ex couldn't beat it, i hit it like a free throw
and since i lost some weight you say i got a big ego
it's too strong, you said you drive stick
well baby just peel off
loving how it lasts long, leave the sheets gushy
f-ck you with the mask on, halloween p-ssy
your body shivers and trembles with each and every
stroke
p-ssy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat[chris
brown - hook]
[verse 2 - fat joe (chris brown)]
never hesitate, purchasing in every state
transported in foreign cars to large estates
(so believe me, you know you wanna come on girl)
(as long as we can kick it with your home girl)
had two on one fast break that's a slam dunk
i know you want it, i can take you where ya man won't
champs, alize, think rolls royce
yellow nuvo and pink boyshorts
[chris brown - hook]
[chris brown - bridge]
girl you got tha bomb thing, no i can't resist
ima light some candles girl, then tie up your
wrists
then i'm licking chocolate right up off your stomach
baby you ain't had no freaky sh-t like this
and i start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)
then i make you mine
and now you're telling all your girls i done tore it up
so don't be mad that they all want me, there's room for
all of us
[Intro: Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Crills Mania)
It's Love...
(Yeah)
Turn the lights on!
[Hook: Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly,
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them things away,
You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose!
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not,
Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame,
Seat you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house,
Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Mad-off
Hello!
[Hook: Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly!
(Turn the lights on!)
[Verse 2: Rico Love]
Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips,
Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit,
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit!
I'm scuba-diving in Jamaica trick,
Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit!
Or you could find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars,
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!
[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to send my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you ain't got nothin' for us,
Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't gotta mortgage,
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on some other shit,
And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch!
[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Cool & Dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha
La la la la la
Oooooh
I don't care about nothing else my baby (Baby I don't care)
All I care is bout being here for you (Oooh)
And I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare)
Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby)
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out with the guys
Every time I speak to you you got something to say
According to you I must be crushing all day
All I'm askin you for is to be more trusting
I'm outta town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you feel alone cuz I'm not at home
That's why every few hours I pick up the phone
To reassure you my love is more than it seems
I adore you my wife my Colombian Queen
I promise to never stray I'm honored everyday
To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey)
Yea how I'm supposed to start this
First and first you my queen goddess
My moon my earth the wisdom to a nigga's knowledge
I swear to god it amazes me how you stay in college
And still manage to raise my baby boy when I'm gone and
Touring making dollars assuming that you know that I love you but regardless
I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now that's
Something to hold you down till a nigga come back
Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves
More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word
And I don't care about nothing else except my girl (my girl)
Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl)
You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on
And face life even when it seems all hope's gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that
Haha
This is going out to you, you and you and you
To all the ladies out there if you love your man
You need to hold your man embrace your man
And just grab his hand repeat after me
I promise to stay true and give you all of me
Whether he's locked down or on the grind
Or whether is out of work or at work on time
You need to trust that man and respect that man
And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and
Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times who will always...
Kool and Dre
(This)
Black game
(Is)
Terror squad
(I, I, I, I, I)
The remix
Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(This is)
Weezy f. baby
Aka it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
And do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
God man
I'll be dumpin' and I eat beef but the cow eat nuthin'
You probably say I didn't when I did
Or I wasn't when I was and I'm not when I'm is
You and yo homies wack
You probably had too much of that corny yak
So watch where ya goin' and know where you at
'Cause me and my goons don't know you like that
Never been a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
I gotta pocket full of Benjamins and I'm so cold
My neck froze like a penguin, somewhere in England
Waitin' for my little duffel bag girl to land
With duffel bag in hand, it's Louis Vuitton and
She flyer than a eagle, hood like a regal
She make my deposit, my closet is fresh segal
I rain terror, yes I rain terror
Put my name on ya mind my style is new era
I been down in Miami, sippin' ballets with Khaled
I gotta secret to tell that boy ain't from Cali
He from Mars, flow sicker than sars
Tore into his cars, my dunk sittin' bigger than yours
I got, big gunz, real big gunz
Spit like a Dominican I call dat shhh big pun
And any nigga that's a enemy to crack is a enemy to me
Terror squad and the bu ain't sayin' nuthin'
I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
I be on that bs but you can call it ts
'Cause we be iced the fuck out, when you see us
(Yeah)
We on that bs but you can call it ts
(This is the g-mix)
'Cause we be iced the fuck out, when you see us
(Coca, ouho, crack)
Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Joey
This nigga got after his chain but you told me
He was phony but we didn't wanna listen
Knowing all alone that this nigga was a victim
They ain't sayin' nuthin', let me tell you somethin'
Terror squad we be that fuckin' clique that you can trust in
You heard game his enemy's my enemy
Young buck callin' me he wanna be a friend of me
My hearts empty
(Empty)
So don't tempt me
(Tempt me)
That red dot on the glock will blow ya memory
(Whaa)
You got money we got money who cares
Now where you guyz at I been lookin' everywhere
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
quot;You must be out your fucking mind, man quot;
quot;I'm gonna kick your ass quot; quot;Hey you, come here quot; (Repeat 3x)
[Apache]
Aw shit, it's time to get (Dum dum!)
If you took what you got, lick a shot (Pump pump!)
When the dough is low, we go (Stick up, stick up!)
You get knocked on the block, we say (Big up, big up!)
Check the misfit, time to rip shit
Time to get with the nitwit lyrical lunatic
In the street I stay strong cause I'm armed
With a nine, what up nig You must be out of your fucking mind
I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records
So step up, come come, don't be bashful
I got a steel toe and you can get an assful
Cause if it's me you think you're better than
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your ass with medicine
You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free
So I can continue my MC killing spree
The police, they try to keep me in the clink, yo
I got 'em ducking and bucking, so I don't think so
I bust your whole shit if you're not kind
Stomping comp You must be out of your FUCKING mind!
quot;You must be out your fucking mind, man quot;
quot;I'm a kick your ass quot; quot;Hey you, come here quot; (Repeat 2x)
[Kool G. Rap]
Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang
gt;From outta Sang Sang to make your motherfucking brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol
A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark
Fuck the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fucking heart, so be smart
Cut all that bullshit and clown, I'll be the only nigga laying down
When everybody else is sitting
So who's the next man to hit I slip in a banana clip
And I hit, come and get your bandana split
Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch
With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots
Cause your license to kill was from Tagget's
I warned a brother of another brother's glock
And I said quot;What's up, duck quot; And I had my motherfucking gun cocked
So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigga got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!
quot;You must be out your fucking mind, man quot;
quot;I'm a kick your ass quot; quot;Hey you, come here quot; (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
Sucker back up, a real motherfucker's on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherfucking 12 guage
Niggas know I'm versatile
No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style
Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord
I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit
I'm here to represent the Boogie Down
Making niggas leave town before sundown
And if you don't listen, G
I'll stick a knife up your ass like quot;American Me quot;
I'm serving motherfuckers like Wimbleton
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And niggas always get me vexed
I'm tired of motherfuckers trying to sound like Das Efx
You'd better hold your own, child
Cause I'm laying suckers like rugs and tiles
This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines
You step to me You must be out of your FUCKING mind!
quot;You must be out your fucking mind, man quot;
quot;I'm a kick your ass quot; quot;Hey you, come here quot; (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, now you motherfuckers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!
(gunshots)
[From The 300 Movie]
This is where we fight
this is where they die
on the shields boys
[Fat Joe talking]
Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga. Who wanna fight? (Who who who who) Who wanna f**k around with the don right now, nigga? (Who who who who who) BX TS nigga squadians Arm up!
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
who you think you kidding you
i will just get rid of you
leave you in that critical it's
joey crack the don
You don't even know me
got hundred homies and bodes
with chromies that run up on me
blow your brains on your moms
i am a professional
i will cut your testicles
stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong
[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
crack man, crack man
playin with the gat then
hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like a song
taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm
see the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm
that's right, i fight, i done been in brawls
i done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers
i done be on boats in Columbia sipping raw and
i done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all
poor righteous teacher I'm featured on final call
Hustle I'm a Laker man yes yes y'all
and Pun already told you that we ready for war
quit playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall
shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor
i am a professional
i will cut your testicles
stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong
[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
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