Fat Joe [그룹 테러스쿼드 멤버]

Yes indeed
And I say New York City
I play a witness
That there will never be a greater MC
Greater lyricist to touch the mic
Then the late great Christopher Lee [Incomprehensible]
Oh you're my enormous Big Pun
Yeah, rest in peace

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!

*Repeat

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?

*Repeat

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot 7 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 Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put
it on ya
Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

*Repeat (x2)

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

* Repeat (x2)

The Don is the King of New York..
The Don is the King of New York...

* feat. Remy Martin

Let's go..

'Got another hit, of fresh air!!'
'Oooooh, got another hit!'

[Fat Joe]
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)

[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] 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
[RM] 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
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

[Remy Martin]
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'

[Hook: Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[RM] 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)
[FJ] 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
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like

[Fat Joe]
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

[Remy Martin]
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

[Fat Joe]
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
[Both] It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down

[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] 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
[RM] 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
[FJ] 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
Hit.. got another hit

Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid
Flowers on the casket of all those who oppose 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

*Repeat

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
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious

*Repeat (x2)

{*background*}
(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)

{*lapses over*}
Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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

[Verse 2] {*lapse over chorus*}
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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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

(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 Azures

*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 and be aight

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
Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties atop

*Repeat

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
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

*Repeat

Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Out...

Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
(Terror Squad.. First Family..)
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha)
Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, nigga!)
Hahaha, 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 contrict
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 carseat 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 tryna 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 (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife!

*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!

*Repeat

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 pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!

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 (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (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?!!

*Repeat (x2)

Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin 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 to many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
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!

*Repeat (x2)

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Family, Terror Squad....

(Fat Joe)
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe crack the dawn uh
yeah, yeah y'all
Irv Gotti

(Ashanti)
What's love?

(Fat Joe)
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}
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?

(Fat Joe)
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!

Chorus

(Fat Joe)
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?

Chorus

Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti
Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot 7 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

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

Chorus 2 Times

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

[Verse 1-Fat Joe]
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

[Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe]

[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real

[Verse 2-Prospect]
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!

[Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin]

[Prospect]
Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]
He's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....
[Remi Martin]
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real

[Verse 3-Fat Joe]
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!!!

[Chorus Till Fade]

[Intro to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"]

"Oh y'all nigga's killa's now

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

[Verse 1-Fat Joe]
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

[Chrous-Prospect&Fat Joe]

[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds after indictment's, we know he gon squeal....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real

[Verse 2-Prospect]
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!

[Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin]

[Prospect]
Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel...
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
[Fat Joe]
He's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds after indictment, you know he gon sqeaul....
[Remi Martin]
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real

[Verse 3-Fat Joe]
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!!!

[Chorus Till Fade]

*Intro to Prodigy's "Keep It Thoro"*

"Oh y'all nigga's killa's now?"

[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 weave and 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
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy 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 I sucked his 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

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!

*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

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!

*Repeat

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!
Yo, where them bitches go?

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

*Repeat

**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
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

*Repeat

**Repeat

* feat. Prospect, Xzibit

[Fat Joe]
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!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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

[Prospect]
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?'

[Verse 2: Prospect]
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?'

[Xzibit]
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

[Verse 3: Xzibit]
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
We niggas known for puttin in work

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

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
My true niggaz walk with me now!

*Repeat (x2)

* feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin

[Fat Joe]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all

[Remy Martin]
Remix y'all

[Fat Joe]
Remix y'all

[Remy Martin]
The remix y'all

[Fat Joe]
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)

[Remy Martin]
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron

[Fat Joe]
The god, Fat Joe

[Remy Martin]
And that bitch, Remy Martin

[Remy Martin & R. Kelly]
We thuggin'

[Fat Joe]
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest

[Remy Martin]
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

[Fat Joe]
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

[Remy Martin]
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck

[Fat Joe]
And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up

[Remy Martin]
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk

[Remy Martin & Fat Joe]
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[R. Kelly]
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)

[Noreaga]
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

[Noreaga & R. Kelly]
We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

[Noreaga]
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!)

[R. Kelly]
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)

[Busta Rhymes]
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

[R. Kelly]
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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{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

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

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

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

Murder Inc.
Thugged Out
Franchise
Funk Flex
Big dog pit bulls!
Two suburbans and a fucking Hurst!
Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' em out there!
Scream at ya boy!

Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas
And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black niggas
On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit
You see I'm half fucking black and motherfucking spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
How I hit a nigga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
Niggas fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act
When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back
Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns
Most of these niggas just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing
Niggas out of order you know shit gone change
How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain

*The bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk
You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Fuck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk
Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn

Yeah, It's going down!
Funk Flex, Nore!

My caller ID is fucked up I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under
I miss my niggas I wanna see em
All my niggas that's dead laying in mausoleums
For my niggas that's locked up the same shit
I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas to all this
Picture us going all legit with all this
Line em up; get em all together they all miss
See all my niggas we starvin' and waitin'
To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason
Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with niggas
That's why you never me on a song with a niggas
Just my clique roll strong them niggas
And wait till we see y'all it's on with you niggas
And I could just slap y'all go on little niggas

* Repeat

Big dog pit bulls!
Funk Flex, Big Kap!
Cipher sounds!
Mr. Cee!
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore!
Frank Jigga, Corey Ock!
The Funk Regulator C-note!
Keep It Gator!
And keep it global!
SPKilla this shit is fucking ugly!
Cut this shit off, it's a fucking wrap

(featuring Youngn' Restless)

Its the illness going on
Yo Shatek hit me
Y-Young
Youngn' Restless
Joe Crack
Strong Armin', T.S
Patterson, B-X
Hold UP!

[Chorus]
Boy, look what you done started now
Ain't no stopping this or calming it down
Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound
Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave
Man, look what you done started now
Ain't no stopping this or calming it down
Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound
Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave

[Verse 1]
Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred
Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient
Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him
Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation
Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging
Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin'
Can't see another brother succeed
So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed
But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man
That's why I'm scarred up on both hands
And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch
It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage
And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?)
Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage
And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Dog I came here to prove your wackness
Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards
This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic
Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet
Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission
I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind
Stop your facing, shank you with knives
You're missing a born soldier, operation declined
I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine
A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind
Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues
Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather
I learned to survive through the hatred and lies
That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise
And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
B-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up, you need to fear us
One false move and get paw-pierced up
Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club
Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood
You wish us to hell 'cause we too real
Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal
Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all
I'm too big too strong for y'all
And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun
Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake
Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides
Crack is king, man the city is mine
And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+
Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high
Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker)

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
They shootin...This is the sound baby...We ridin on these bitch ass
niggaz...Joe Crack...Here we go

[Chorus] + (with adlibs from Fat Joe)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
This is the sound when we ride on our enemies

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I'm knockin' at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He's running scared screamin " Crack's back"
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack
I'm bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin' for cowards
Fuck the 9's man we comin' with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background)
That's the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us
We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down

[Chorus 2x] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre
The whole M-I-A
I don't know what you tryin' to portray
But you don't want to see them send my spray
Goin' against our way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared
Niggaz listen here
And we aint finished until your mamma in the church
Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth"
I know it hurts
And this is the sound when we ride
Niggaz die
When our crews collide
My enemies

[Chorus] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)

[Fat Joe]
Uhh Cool and Dre on this one
Cali, Whats up nigga
Ohh shout out my nigga ?
All my buddies with money and gold teeth
We ridin 'Fast and Furious'
My nigga Shocker hit me up
I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies

[Chorus] till fade + (ad libs from Fat Joe)

Girl I gotta do what I gotta do
Change my life (Change my life)
Make things right (Make things right)
And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do
Risk my life (Risk my life)
In the late night (In the late night)
Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh

I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
But for now I gotta hug the block
I know you sick of visits from undercover cops
Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box
Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks
I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real
Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal
I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up
What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up
I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry'
How you think you got that rainbow Louis
Not with a legal job's salary

Ma' we got you stuck off the realness
You know the infamous
You heard of us
It's your Bad Boy business men
Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins
Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon
Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin'
To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands
Spend your whole life with stylin'
With that light that got me
Through it all you was right behind me
And ma' I know I gotta change
But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things
It's not the same
Girl with me you can achieve whatever
But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

Yes indeed
And I say New York City
I play a witness
That there will never be a greater MC
Greater lyricist to touch the mic
Then the late great Christopher Lee [Incomprehensible]
Oh you're my enormous Big Pun
Yeah, rest in peace

[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does anybody know... Joe...

[Fat Joe]
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em niggaz

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
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

[Fat Joe]
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

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahahaha
All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin
Uhh
Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah

[Fat Joe]
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

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahaha
More money more problems
Yup, it's Cook!
Yeah

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
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

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
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"}

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Intro]
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!
"Once again back is the incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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"

[Just Blaze scratches throughout]

[Outro]
Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga!
Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid!
Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! New York!!!!

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 dibt bitch we don′t 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 TD Jakes 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 don′t wanna start no drama
We don′t scrap when theres problems
We just clap revolvers men
Get it coke let it go
heavy mo sippin mo
didn′t 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 didn′t 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 lat 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 in back
Now thats the sourcers
you should know how shit hon 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 don′t see no body makin
hands stand up like growin up goddy
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 may 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 then 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
Satisfies you and gives you so much more -

[Shots being fJYTI}

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

[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna 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 gun 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 stay 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(blaaaaap)
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
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

[Chorus]

Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
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 CB4
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 shorty
That's right, you singing than more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right

[Chorus]

I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada 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 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 response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
If I Wont Get You I'm gonna get your...
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man

Aoww, Cool and Dre
I was the one who believed in you

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' 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

Joey C Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money, 'cause I knock on do's
Better yet I leave seventeen 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 & Wesson
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

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' 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

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 s'posed to be, nigga

Yeah, the Bronx is back
It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin' niggaz unconscious

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

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' 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

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 till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch

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
Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' 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 now

(feat. Mashonda)

[Chorus 2X: Mashonda]
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

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Swizz Beatz!
Sing to me baby, uhh
Loretta I see you baby, yeah
Uh-huh, DFL
Stew, I see you too nigga
Yeah

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Woo! Uhh
Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby
Don't catch feelings ma
You know what this is
Hahaha, bitch
Yeah, uhh, yo

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
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

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
It's like you don't know I got a wife
HAHAHAHA, YEAH!!
And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre
L.V., Swizz! [echoes]

Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
I got the unlimited american express card
Momma you can get whateva ya like
Plus i got that all black
phantom tinted on four sides
Get a kiss so they cant see us inside
Momma tell me do you like it
I know you like it
Its written all ova your face dont fight it
You like it
More than I like it
So put it all ova your face dont bite it
From rags to riches club packing
Bitches hate the bag and ditch us
The hate game is vicious
and we can get it poppin the the bathroom
Dont be selfish go ahead and pass it to em
And we can all f*** that
Its like a million on my neck
Got all these -- ball
We p-- drunk on and these
bitches screaming let me in
Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Its 2 up in the morning now
and im trying to go on witchu
Girl watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Get it poppin and get droppin
Its written all ova ur face dont stop it
Just drop it
More like this hop less
Kickin the dough with the fo fo messin with joe
Now this kid gotta ass so fat
Infact I put a drink on it and came right back
He would never talk to a lady like that
And my ears screaming how he
got a name like crack jack
Similar to mike jones
Say my name enough then im takin you home
You know i walk when
i talk when i sleep with the girl
One squeeze and you go
What i look like not taking atleast
3 to 6 women at the club with me
Now we back to the -- and
Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Well its 2 up in the mornin man and
im f***** tired hittin yo crew
Thinka watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Now when ball swing open with that a
wkward motion whatchu call it
Suicide, its a suicide
And if the -- talk s-- cuz they drink
off that awkward potion they commiting
Suicide, its a suicide
Lets get it poppin up
I gotta shot em man
I feel sorry for yo motha
give a f-- what you say
spin your head back from
whatchu wanta video tape
Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Its 2 up in the morning now
and im trying to go on witchu
Girl watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin

(Beat Novacane!)

<i>[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]</i>
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

<i>[Fat Joe]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Fat Joe]</i>
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...

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Fat Joe]</i>
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!
{click-click, BLAM}

<i>[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]</i>

<i>[Chorus: 'Pablo']</i>
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

<i>[Fat Joe]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Interlude: Fat Joe]</i>
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

<i>['Pablo']</i>
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

<i>[Chorus + Interlude]</i>

<i>[Fat Joe]</i>
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
I know you hear my niggaz

<i>[Chorus + Interlude]</i>

(feat. Timbaland)
[Timbaland]
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!

[Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
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

[Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
Guess who's back?
Yeah, guess who's back?

[Fat Joe]
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

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
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

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe] Crack!

[Chorus: singer repeats 2X]
I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
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

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
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!

[uncredited rapper]
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

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[rapper over singer]
Say what? Uh-huh, c'mon, yeah, let's, now let's go

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
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

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[Fat Joe over singer]
Yup! Yup! Yup! Uh-huh, haha
Got me feelin like Teddy, now let's go

[Chorus - 2X]

[Intro R. Kelly & {Fat Joe}]
oh oh oh
{Yeah Cool & Dre uh}

[Chorus R. Kelly {Fat Joe}]
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

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
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

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
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
Piper Joe

[Lil Jon]
Stop!
It's the mother fucking remix

[Mase]
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?

[Lil Jon]
Let's Go!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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

[Ma$e]
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
And the day ya'll do
It'll be the day ya'll bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5 years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$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 Clark Kent you better have your cape on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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!)

[Eminem]
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

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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!)

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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!)

[Lil Jon]
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
Hey

[Fat Joe]
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!}

[Fat Joe]
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!}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
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

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
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!}

[Verse 1]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Fat Joe:]
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)

[Bridge]

[Jennifer:]
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)

[Chorus]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Fat Joe:]
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

[Verse 2]

[Fat Joe:]
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

[Jennifer:]
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

[Bridge]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Chorus]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Fat Joe:]
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

[Verse 3]

[Fat Joe:]
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)

[Jennifer:]
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

[Bridge]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Chorus]

[Jennifer:]
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

[Fat Joe:]
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

[Jennifer and Fat Joe x 2:]
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
I'm gon' hold you down

Fat Joe
Yeah
Crack
I don't care, that's what Ricky says

Ricky Martin (Chorus)
I don't care
I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I'd never love you the way that I did again after all that you did to me
But I got to say

I don't care
I just wanna be yours
And I tried everything in my power to never ever say
"please come back to me"
But I got to say

Ricky Martin (Verse 1)
You promised me would always be you'd never let me go
You took the ring and all the things that came with being my girl
The tragedy as I walked through that door
He had your feet up over the seat
All I heard was screaming

It was like a movie, too real to me, that just can't be my bride to be. NO
I was shocked this could be, never thinking one day I'd take this BLOW BLOW BLOW
I was starting to feel like I should kill everything that was moving. WHOA
I've never been in hell like this
Somebody wake me up!

Ricky Martin (Chorus)
I don't care
I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I'd never love you the way that I did again after all that you did to me
But I got to say

I don't care
I just wanna be yours
And I tried everything in my power to never ever say "please come back to me"
But I got to say

Ricky Martin (Verse 2)
The crazy part was that he just kept going cause she was the only one that had noticed me
Staring into the eyes that I will one day call my baby
How could I have fallen so in love with someone I've known for years
And not even know that she'd be the one to reveal my worst fears

It was like a movie, too real to me, that just can't be my bride to be. NO
I was shocked this could be, never thinking one day I'd take this BLOW BLOW BLOW
I was starting to feel like I should kill everything that was moving. WHOA
I've never been in hell like this
Somebody wake me up!

Ricky Martin (Chorus)
I don't care
I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I'd never love you the way that I did again after all that you did to me
But I got to say

I don't care
I just wanna be yours
And I tried everything in my power to never ever say "please come back to me"
But I got to say

Amerie
I didn't mean to do all those things to you
Tell me what to do to make it up to you
I'll do everything, anything you want me to

I didn't mean to do all those things to you
Tell me what to do to make it up to you
I'll do everything, anything you want me to

Fat Joe
Should I leave, should I go, should I break apart / My Mama said you would break my heart
I can't believe you a sleaze, you a slut, a ho, now you wanna have a change of heart
Damn
Who would have thought that you would have deceived me, love of my life, you my queen like Eve
And you didn't even tell me you leavin', I had to hear about it on a scandal on TV
Now who this man creapin' in the back door, 'bout to hit him with the FO FO FO
I know you keep sayin' that you lovin' me so, but why the hell you crushin' him for
God damn now
I don't care, that's what Ricky says, and if I catch him then this kid be dead.
I don't play that Mami.
Now back to the jets you go, I left your Reeboks by the front door.
Get rocks

Ricky Martin (Chorus)
I don't care
I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I'd never love you the way that I did again after all that you did to me
But I got to say

I don't care
I just wanna be yours
And I tried everything in my power to never ever say "please come back to me"
But I got to say

Amerie
Sorry baby
I didn't mean to hurt you

Fat Joe
I don't care
That's what Ricky says

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
[Fat Joe:]
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 and Ja 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)
[Bridge]
[Jennifer:]
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)
[Chorus]
[Jennifer:]
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
[Fat Joe:]
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
[Verse 2]
[Fat Joe:]
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
[Jennifer:]
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
[Bridge]
[Jennifer:]
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
[Chorus]
[Jennifer:]
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
[Fat Joe:]
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
[Verse 3]
[Fat Joe:]
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)
[Jennifer:]
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
[Bridge]
[Jennifer:]
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
[Chorus]
[Jennifer:]
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
[Fat Joe:]
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
[Jennifer and Fat Joe:]
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
I′m gon′ hold you down

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
I don't give a fuck, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too
Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry
Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me, CRACK
Hahaha, this is the Pendemics

[Verse]
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 consciesness shit just to win a Grammy?
Nah, they gonna listen to me
The soul 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 f**king 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

[Fat Joe]
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
Bye [echoes]

INTRO
Ma niggas is coke ya.
It's crackalagy.
1 on 1 nigga.
I breed you niggas.
Ma sons AWWWW

Verse 1

The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe but my man don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy choppers firin motherf**kers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds that ya see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahiti I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mof**ker f**kin with crack catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of the times I was servin those 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 shits realer this piece'll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror the weak better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (f**kin crazy niggas) crack nigga

Chorus X2

Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that's why all these gangsters come to coke we get money money ya'll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don't mention Joe

Verse 2

I keep hearin that's cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth yea I do it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don't give a f**k dumpin at cops these niggas crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin even yo Paul Wall grill yes nigga its 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 main look how the shit playin piss stain yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don't want niggas to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in St. Raymond's in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit)


Chorus X2

Outro

Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer headsets I love you niggas.
Crack

Otis Ville you know its real.
Rikers haha.
All my niggas holdin it down.
All my street niggas gangster niggasss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK (echo)
(Music fades out)

chorus
we get money man ill show ya 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 f**k boy bitch ass niggaz they cant stop us we turnin profit pr pr pr profit pr profit we makin profit prprpr profit pr profit yeah in the hood they call me joey the profit if you listen close my my niggaz you bound to see a profit

fat joe verse

im new yorks livin legend the streets know me well stand in the line of fire its gonna be hell you dancin wit the devil tonights your last night picture me lil eazy e pistol farenheight la county got work in slawson we get it poppin back to roxburry in boston the streets love me see they named me coca we the puerto rican version of lacostra nostra you can find me in the kitchen wit my apron on somthin like a chef yeah i get my raekwon on joey da mayor i get keys to the city an i got em cheap the whole hood can come wit me nigga chorus.....



lil wayne verse

im gettin money im the president junior an in da hood they call me weezy da future an everybody dats around me will shootya
an nigga my band let em blow like tubas clack i got em i gg gottem cook i gotem ggg gotem g gottem an in da hood dey call me weezy da future if you listen close my nigga you might see the future young wayne in the buildin where ya stove at? cook em up strap em down where the road at?strapped up plenty bullets nigga hold that how you steppin outa lead shower where ya robe at i knock ya earth off damn where ya globe at f**k da coach i keep shootin like kodack da money knows me betta then anybody bitch im paid forget about it sittin in a coup wit the titties out it the nipples chrome on big black thang wit the slippers on that ballshit dippin on them bitches get off dick
you soft pricks im from new orleans homeless but dont forget the sun even shines on dog shit an dawg i been hustlin since the day i was barkin i walk in this bitch like what it do?the money home stop hatin get ya money on...nigga

chorus

[Chorus]
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

[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K's check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherf**ker 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


[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
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 f**kin 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

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
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'f**ker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber
I'll leave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'f**kers choke

The Game

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up
If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up
Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the baseline drop
CRACK
And All my bitches throw you're hands up
you in the club with you're girls call you're man up
cause you ain't coming home mammy
Breathe and stop
Expel when the baseline drop

Fat joe

Ey yo this murder on the streets killer capital I'm blasting you
for the love of this dought that's what I have to do
i'm postured up the corner king they name me coka.
Got caught didn't say a thing you not supposed ta
Goti king my shotty ring
Cal it a killer exhibition let the body hang
A Real work of art show you're heart I blow you smart
yeah its the ghetto god
Rap the Bronx feel em god
I sit to prison, you know me
homie they call me zither
leave you holy if you rolling with some bad intensions
50 PUSSY then again you know that
we aint never see him in the hood and he own rats
Joey don't give a f**k throw my nigga hole at
I usually sign in to kitchen where the stove at?
got that weed got that coke get them dopes cents
My little man bitchin
yeah we call him sandy covins

The game

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up
If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up
Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the baseline drop
CRACK


And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up
cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop
Expel when the baseline drop

Fat joe:

Lord of war you need a hammer
I'll sell you guns
Sell coke to pablo
sell grammar to pun
stop searching niggas I'm the one
pepper spray gangsters show you how to eye in the slum
now I can play like kanye and let my chits here show
Put on them gumo d glasses but that just ain't Jo
Play shottas then I switch up the flow
like what the blood glock bomba glock you aint f**kin with Jo
Now Mamma Loves me
Her friends hate me
jealous cause there boyfriends ain't me
we getting that baby love
Yeah we pain free
Ain't Nobody pocket zircon here
we paid g's
Now listen up
you in love with a stripper
I f**k her and diss her
I give her that mayo
You come and you kiss her
Nigga crack bin a g ever since
Sit back and watch the money get rich
MUTHERF**KER

The game

Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up
If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up
Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the baseline drop
And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up
cause you ain't coming home mammy
Breathe and stop
Expel when the baseline drop

You know one man's treasure is another man's cash
Speak on it, speak on it, listen
And you know the man that sleeps on the floor
Can't fall the *** off the bed
Pop your collar to this, it's grills mania, ya heard me?

She's my mami, she's my baby
I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy
Wanna be down? Jump in the car
Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star

Now she was only sixteen, I had to nurture that
Give her some growth, waited 'til I touched the cat
Told she goin' have to work if she gon' get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when she gave me some ***

She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks
I said,&nbsp;?Mami, stop talkin', just suck on this ***?
I ain't say her name yet, so let's say she nothin'
Now watch me turn this nothin' into somethin', get it?

Mami, get in that kitchen, this is free base
Just cook it 'til it's hard, then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see Tru
Just get the money, don't listen, that *** think he cute

See all this money we got, we goin' shoppin'
Louis Vitton and Pucci, we get it poppin'
We hit the club on some clico s***
See the respect that you get from just bein' my ***

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 usin' her for paper, she want a man
I'm 'bout to see my other *** but she understands

'Cause she's my mami, she's my baby
I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy
Wanna be down? Jump in the car
Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star

She's my mami, she's my baby
I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy
Wanna be down? Jump in the car
Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star

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 a double X

Fat ***, 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 cards and debit cards 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
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

But now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Look my *** is wit ma, let's make it happen
So I burst through the door 'bout a quarter to four
And told every nosy ***, 'Get the *** on the floor'

Then she opened up the bag and started to fill 'em all
Makin' sure that she left the marked money in the drawer
Told security,&nbsp;?If you move this goin' be your last night
I'm workin' with this Mack 10, you workin' with a flashlight?

I'm walkin' backwards, nobody moved, word to mother
Tryin' not look 'cause I don't want to blow her cover
That's when this *** winks and blew a kiss at me
I don't believe this *** took all them risks for me

That's why she's my mami, she's my baby
I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy
Wanna be down? Jump in the car
Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star

She's my mami, she's my baby
I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy
Wanna be down? Jump in the car
Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star

We on some bulls*** right now
Young Murder Capital, corrupt money BX, Coka
Street runner on this one, catch suckers, crack

owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful os stacks
better grab an unbrella
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 meke it rain on them hoes

cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal
i'm a hustler's hustler, 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, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by.
[chorus]
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 if's, and's about it
and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted

[chorus]

owwwwww 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, you it's them powder kids
an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.


[chorus]

[1st Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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

[2nd Verse]
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 f**kin 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 f**ked 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

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
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

[Chorus]

To my jail niggaz
To your street memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record we love you
We miss you

(1st Verse)
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 f**k the roof went

(Chorus)
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

(2nd Verse)
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
you should have brought them gats

(Chorus)

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

[1st Verse]
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

[Chorus]

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

[2nd Verse]
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

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
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

[Chorus]

Hoping my real mo'f**kers 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

It's Crack bitch

Crack

[Chorus]
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 f**ks 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

[1st Verse]
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' f**ker
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

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]
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 f**ked 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 f**k 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

[Chorus]


[3rd Verse]
Nah I ain't a rapper
Motha f**k 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 f**kin Biggy and Pac
So you Mo' f**kers could have another million man march

[Chorus]

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
Miami Dade county is down with us

owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful os stacks
better grab an unbrella
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 meke it rain on them hoes

cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal
i'm a hustler's hustler, 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, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by.
[chorus]
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 if's, and's about it
and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted

[chorus]

owwwwww 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, you it's them powder kids
an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.


[chorus]

owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful os stacks
better grab an unbrella
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 meke it rain on them hoes

cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal
i'm a hustler's hustler, 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, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by.
[chorus]
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 if's, and's about it
and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted

[chorus]

owwwwww 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, you it's them powder kids
an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.


[chorus]

Yea, uhh
"I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Yea yea, yeah
"I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin"

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

"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" -- 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?

"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" -- Mobb Deep
(repeat 8X)

*phone conversation*

[Fat Joe]
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
Quadripalegic 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

[Big Punisher]
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 addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action

[Big Punisher]
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

[Fat Joe]
Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect

[Big Punisher]
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

Chorus: Big Punisher

Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me
(repeat 2X)

[Fat Joe]
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 n better, out for the ass n cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever

[Big Punisher]
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

[Prospect]
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,&nbsp;? 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&nbsp;?
A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave

Chorus 1X

[Big Punisher]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're&nbsp;?

*phone conversation*