Fat Joe [그룹 테러스쿼드 멤버]

{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

{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

{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

{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

[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Cribs Mania)
It's Love...
(Yeah)
Turn the lights on!

[Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly,

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them things away,
You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose!
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not,
Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame,
See you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house,
Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
And just like Bernie, me and my baby made-off
Hello!

[Chorus - Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly!
(Turn the lights on!)

[Verse 2 - Rico Love]
Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips,

Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit,
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit!
I'm scuba-divin' in Jamaica trick,
Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit!
Or you could find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars,
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!

[Chorus - Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to spend my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis Chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you ain't got nothin' for us,
Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't got a mortgage,
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on some other shit,
And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch!

[Chorus - Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!

Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)

[Run]
Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain
The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane
Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain
In Sao Paolo they follow, doin the same
Admiration for Run since

[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!}

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

Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange {shit}
Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this {dick} is
Thick as a brick, raw with big {balls} that bend it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to T. S. for one second and find your girl missin

Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo - yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo - wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Yo, my {shit's} official like it in you like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those {ass}cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
Or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani

Ohh mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her
When I rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz

TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa - adios mama!

Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange {shit}
Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this {dick} is
Thick as a brick, raw with big {balls} that bend it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to T. S. for one second and find your girl missin

Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo - yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo - wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Yo, my {shit's} official like it in you like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those {ass}cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
Or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani

Ohh mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her
When I rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz

TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)

Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa - adios mama!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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]

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ho! Yeah
Coca
I can make you famous, ow!
We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight
Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz!
Yeah, yo, yo

[Fat Joe]
He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA
Singin in the mirror they think it's ea-sy
Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy
Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy
First class flights, star for a night
Be like Russell, have a model for a wife
See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop some ice
Hey! Even if you're dumb, you'll still be bright
Yeah, the red carpet, flashin lights
Joan Rivers, shake face lookin extra tight
Urbane leisure, lookin next and right
And let me guess, man you probably havin sex tonight
And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight
And when your dress come off he see the cellulite
Then off you go, let the trumpets blow
Spotlight is off ya it's the end of the show (y'know)

[Chorus - sung]
Everybody wants to be famous
But the famous wants more to be left alone
Cause no one really wants to go through these changes
Paparazzi snappin pictures at your home
Congratulations (woo) baby you're a star
(You hear that baby? You're a star, hahaha)
Congratulations - the world knows who you are
(The world knows you, at least for today)

[T.A.]
Yo, yo

I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my city
A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me, yeah
Best rap album what I'm shootin for every year

Pick a place player my name is heavy there
It's groupies everywhere and they all want me
Even the young ones so I need ID
Still ride hat low two-deep in a two-seat
When I flow through don't ever try to confuse me
I ain't tryin to be rude so excuse me
Watch me two step in my brand new Louis'
Bounce, bounce bounce on the track
Every girl wanna know when T.A. comin back
I'm famous, I made it, successful
Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best food
If you work hard enough your dreams'll come true
A star could be me or a star could be you

[Chorus]

[Rico Love]
Yeah
Yo, too easy y'all, hahaha
Yo, hahaha

As we said I ain't a boss to not be lyin
Now why you bitches labels got me drivin{?}
Nigga I'm in orbit, ball a whole bunch
You call that mortgage, I call that lunch
And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might hunch
And I ain't even gotta spike her punch
Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend
Pen the big hits, I don't even use a pen
Hehe, I'm like Luther and them
I cheese hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin
... but I got bulletproof cheeks
Bust off on her like she got bulletproof sheets
Ask B, rope for us
Peep the fee, boats are plush
And maybe I spoke too much
But if you want to win you gotta go through us

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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)

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)

[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

[Featuring Puff Daddy]

Nobody said it would be easy ha hah

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

Nobody want to handle it

[Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

[Puff] NINE EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

Verse One: Fat Joe

Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced

Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face

Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone

That's word is bond on my moms

That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo

Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle

Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X)

Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)

Physical rap means we live the lyrics

Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us

We the realest you ever gon' see

In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me

Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)

Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)

Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me

Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)

It's my city, and everything in it

Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)

We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots

That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

Chorus: Puff Daddy

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Fat Joe

Yea, uh, yo

You better slide or catch this homicide

Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side

Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks

Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines

Player haters never want to see my shine

Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe

Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids

or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)

Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist

It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs

What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back

Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)

Chorus 2X

(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)

Terror Squad, and Bad Boy

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you

Can't sleep, ten deep

Yea, uh-huh

Adios to manana

Terror Squad, what?

Bad Boy, khanmean?

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you, I see you

c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?

Say what say what?

Uh-huh

I see you.. take that..

Adios to manana!

[Featuring Puff Daddy]

Nobody said it would be easy ha hah

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

Nobody want to handle it

[Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

[Puff] NINE EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)

Verse One: Fat Joe

Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced

Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face

Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone

That's word is bond on my moms

That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo

Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle

Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X)

Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)

Physical rap means we live the lyrics

Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us

We the realest you ever gon' see

In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me

Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)

Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)

Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me

Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)

It's my city, and everything in it

Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)

We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots

That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

Chorus: Puff Daddy

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Fat Joe

Yea, uh, yo

You better slide or catch this homicide

Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side

Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks

Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines

Player haters never want to see my shine

Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe

Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids

or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)

Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist

It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs

What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back

Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)

Chorus 2X

(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)

Terror Squad, and Bad Boy

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you

Can't sleep, ten deep

Yea, uh-huh

Adios to manana

Terror Squad, what?

Bad Boy, khanmean?

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you, I see you

c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?

Say what say what?

Uh-huh

I see you.. take that..

Adios to manana!

(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!

when I opened up my eyes today
felt the sun shining on my face
it became so clear to me that everything is goin my way

I feel like there's no l limit to what I can see
got rid of fears that were holding me my endless possibilities has the whole world opened for me

that's why I'm feeling...I'm feeling so good
I knew I would~ been taking care of myself like I should~ cause not one thing~
can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...

now that day is turning in tonight and everything is still going right

there's no way you can stop me this time or break this spirit of mine (oh no)
like the stars above I'm gonna shine anything I want will be mine
tonight I'm gonna have a good time call a few friends of mine
cause I'm loving life and tonight's for feeling...I'm feeling so good~
I knew I would~ been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing
can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...
I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...

I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so party on tonight night everything is feeling right dj

party on tonight
everything is feeling right I'm feeling so good
I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good
I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good
I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down
nothing in this world gonna turn me around...

We got Artist of the Year rhyming in here
Grammy nominations and platinum plus ain't nothing baby
All night long, all night
Yo, yo...You priceless
You like diamonds and icey wrists
We got chedda, I'm twice as rich
Make you bite your lips, Jenny you know you like unless
Nice and thick, if you ever leave me I'd slice my wrists
Treat you like a bitch, never that
We got beef where my niggas at
Streets is where I'm living at

Cli-di-clack, that's the sounds of the Mini-Mack
Where we at, uptown where it's really at
Gimme that, I want the mansion, the yacht
Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop
Let my hands slip a knot

Joe, you the Don
Jenny, you the bomb
Any man disrespect, good as gone

When I opened up my eyes today
Felt the sun shining on my face
It became so clear to me
That everything is going my way
I feel like there's no limit to what I can see
Got rid of fears that were holding me
My endless possibilities
Has the whole world opened for me
That's why I'm feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Now the day is turning into night
And everything is still going right
There's no way you can stop me this time
Or break this spirit of mine, oh no
Like the stars above I'm gonna shine
Anything I want will be mine
Tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Call a few friends of mine
'Cause I'm loving life
And tonight's for feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Boricua, that's you mamacita
Puerto Rican diva, from La Isla Bonita
Let me freak ya on the dance floor
Lead your man off
He's just trying to get your pants off

That's the last straw
Pun, I ain't got a glass jaw
Better run when you see me coming through the back door
Crack smart, I give it all for my brother
There's two things I don't share
That's my money and my lover

I love honeys since the paradise for real
Since Castle Hill
Better scrap for real

Shut up your grill
You know we never fight
It's your world, girl
Set it off right

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feelin' so
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
World's gonna turn me round

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing...

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....

Yo this gurl is so hot...so sexy

Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me
Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me
Maybe cuz im hot to death and I'm so so so sexy
All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me

Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me
Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me
Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy
All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me

[Jadakiss]
we in the VIP killing the oncen
whoever ain't two stepping is really bouncing yeah
you know the name of the game
so let go of your dame
she chose me ever since the DJ announce them
she got the right to
low button down or YSL shades the ice is bright too
and I'm around goons
moms gonna let me get her
promise to send her back tomorrow around noon
soar looser but a good winner
besides she could use a lil hood in her
a 40 from auto bond and a hood dinner
with a binner and a rage back sit at the cina
get violent money wanna drop me
its something on the tip of my plakyness spit silence
I don't feel haters and if you feeling sum kinda way email them and tell them u still jadakisss

Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me
Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me
Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy
All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me
Boyz boyz boyz boyz fighting over me

[Armageddon]
Yeah yeah
Do you Don Cartagena
solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
as your lawfully wedded wife
through sickness and health, til death do you part?

[Fat Joe]
I do

[Armageddon]
Aight then
You now may spit on the bride

[Fat Joe]
I bet you thought I left you hangin, Joe Crack returns bangin
with somethin brand spankin, what the fuck was y'all thinkin?
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars
Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason
The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
MC's be actin, I think somebody needs to slap em
Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion
My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ?
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree

Chorus: Fat Joe, Armageddon (repeat 2X)

Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out
Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise (what?)
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

[Fat Joe]
Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless
Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish em
til they lose the hopes and dreams they had
Then Armageddon finish em
Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin
My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit em like the Red Army invasion
Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what?
I've been down since the days of Flash
when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in United Nations
Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin
Better act now, before your life is wasted
cause time is racin

Chorus 2X

[Armageddon]
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife

[Fat Joe]
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air

featuring Armageddon

[Armageddon]
Yeah yeah
Do you Don Cartagena
solemnly swear to take this game of hip hop
as your lawfully wedded wife
through sickness and health til death do you part?

[Fat Joe]
I do

[Armageddon]
Aight then
You now may spit on the bride

[Fat Joe]
I bet you thought I left you hangin Joe Crack returns bangin
with somethin brand spankin what the fuck was y'all thinkin?
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars
Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason
The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
MC's be actin, I think somebody needs to slap em
Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion
My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ?
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree

Chorus: Fat Joe, Armageddon (repeat 2X)

Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out
Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise (what?)
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

[Fat Joe]
Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless
Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish em
til they lose the hopes and dreams they had
Then Armageddon finish em
Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin
My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit em like the Red Army invasion
Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what?
I've been down since the days of Flash
when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in United Nations
Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin
Better act now, before your life is wasted
cause time is racin

Chorus 2X

[Armageddon]
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife

[Fat Joe]
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air

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

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

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

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

[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

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