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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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus: Fat Joe] 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 kno |
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| 4:37 |
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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) [Chorus] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather |
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| 3:55 |
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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 [Verse 1] 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 [chorus x2] 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 [Verse 2] 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 |
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| 3:50 |
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Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Chorus] [Tony Sunshine] 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 [Verse 1] [Fat Joe] 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. [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Remy Ma] 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 |
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| 4:06 |
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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 [Verse 1] 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? [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 demi |
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| 6. |
| 3:41 |
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Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti.. Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me [Irv Gotti] We back, my nigga Chink Santana Murder Inc., Terror Squad [Chorus: Ronda Blackwell (Fat Joe)] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] [Fat Joe] 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 t |
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| 3:50 |
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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 speaking 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 dying, coz after all this crying, 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 coz I'm the truth There's benefits to rolling 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 are attached Born together, roaded in life These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right How could the same nigga be 20 years in office when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment, abortion, little kids having kids the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit? While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young, I can't hide it no more, the time has come (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-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'RE WEARING, 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 something Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands 2 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 Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth Like we ain't grow up on welfare Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares! We need to educate the youth, tell the seeds the truth Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Ooh, yeah So much pain Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets, oooh Man sometimes in can get so tough Oh yes, yes it can Yes it can, yeah It can get so hard, so hard, so hard |
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| 3:54 |
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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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Repeat 1] 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 [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're w |
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| 3:54 |
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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! [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus: children singing] Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, yo, unh Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again-a |
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| 4:39 |
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{Na-na-na-na-na}
Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa...} You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I dont care about nothin else, my baby (To all the ladies in our lives, you heard) {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you (Strong independent women, come on, uh) {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me, I swallow my pride Im tired of tellin you I got nothin to hide Im in the studio at night, you think Im out with the guys Every time I speak to you, you got somethin to say Accordin to you I must be crushin all day All Im askin you for is to be more trustin Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothin Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my sons as if they was yours I know at times you feel alone cause Im not home Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone And reassure you my love is more then a scene I adore you my wife, my Colombian queen I promise to never stray, Im honored every day To have a woman like you in the life of Jose, hey I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, how Im supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon, my earth, the wisdom to a n****s knowledge I swear to God, it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and Tourin, makin dollars, assumin that I love you, but regardless I feel its time I showed you, bless you with this ring Now thats somethin to hold you down till a n**** come back Me and my lady got history, shes worth it Deserves more then this cold world is givin me to share with her word And I dont care about nothin 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 hopes gone Labeled my wife, but you truly exceed the title You my future, my happiness, my heart, my idol I promise, girl, that I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {I promise I wont stare} (Ha-ha) Cause all I need is you (This is goin out to you, you, you and you) {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you {Oh...oh...} Yeah, uh 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 hes locked down or on the grind Or whether hes 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 Cause I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always, always be my girl I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Oh...} All I care is bout being here for you And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} Cause all I need is you {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you |
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| 4:57 |
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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 [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Fat Joe] 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 |
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| 4:57 |
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Cool & Dre Who you gonna trust? Yea, you could trust me, haha [Tony Sunshine] La la la la la Oooooh [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] 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) [Talking: Fat Joe] To all the ladies in our lives, you heard Strong independent women, come on Yea, huh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 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'ma speed 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 then a scene I adore you my wife my Colombian queen I promise to never stray I'm on it everyday To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Armageddon] 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 I love you or 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 holes gone Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title You my future my happiness my heart my idol I promise girl, that [Chorus] [Talking: Fat Joe] Haha This is going out to you, you and you and you [Verse 3: Fat Joe] 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 [Tony Sunshine] Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always... always be my girl [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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| 3:58 |
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[Fat Joe]
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 [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad |
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| 4:21 |
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[Intro: Fat Joe]
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? [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus: Fat Joe] 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? [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] [Fat Joe] 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 If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin [Chorus] |
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