Fat Joe

[fox69]

"One"
(feat. Akon)

"One"
(feat. Akon)



[Fat Joe]
Shawty I beat it, anytime you need me
To me your the most beautiful girl, easy
Nothin' feels better then the love that you supplin'
Can't make a better ticket that's me and weird science
She love me even though I'm fat, I rance the track
My pants are saggin', you see my crack
Now thats Joey from da block, the only one I got
Sing on the more or less you hold the number one spot
Even when I'm down you make me feel on top
It's like the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Fat Joe]
One, not two or three
Spend the rest of our lives what's it gonna be
I remember when you first moved in with me
And your moms and your pops didn't even wanna see
I told you it'll be okay
Put my life on the line on the grind hit the streets all day
You've seen that, and the deeds with chase
Hoppin' over them gates, I could see your face
More reason to get away the set
Get runnin', tucked my kids to sleep, tell 'em daddy's coming
And I wanna get you outta them jacks
Nothin' but the best baby girl and that's just outta respect

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Fat Joe]
Ain't no shawty like the one I got
Take the work from your crib all damn the spot
I mean ya'll holla when she walked in the block
But she only love me man you ain't gotta shot
And there's nothing like the love we share
Even when your gone baby girl its like your still right here
One sun, one moon, your my one boo
I could count on you, you always come through

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up wit your shit and deal wit you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Fat Joe]
One
Everybody wish they got that ride or die
That one and only seeing them all less
You feel me, no paper, locked down
She gonna hold you down, that's why we need that one

 

[fox69]

"Opposites Attract (What They Like)"
(feat. Remy Martin)

"Opposites Attract (What They Like)"
(feat. Remy Martin)



Let's go..

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

[Fat Joe]
Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro, and firin and pink slips
You at the club alone now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you need; you need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin through roads you mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just (?)
I ball with the best of them, flossin the emblem
First playa front get applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz)

[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

[Remy Martin]
I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the FUCK, IS UP!
I stay out with the blunt, cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-I-D niggaz, know who I be
And I know what niggaz like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P.
See, niggaz like menages and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
Cuz I'm with niggaz like, "Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you live we'll be fuckin today, as long as you ain't
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like (Whoa!) Got niggaz lookin for Rem'

[Hook: Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[RM] I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife (C'mon)
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like

[Fat Joe]
You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Ba-ha-mas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin the breeze

[Remy Martin]
But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey (Uh-huh)
And in a minute we'll finish it with a little me
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy

[Fat Joe]
Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors complainin because they hearin the sound
[Both] It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down

[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit

 

[fox69]

"Pain"

"Pain"


[Intro]
Darkside! Coca The Don! Yeah! Woo!

[Verse 1]
Pack a magazine just incase I gotta clap a boy for fuckin up my vibe
Ever since I'm 17 had them jumpin jacks hopin in and out of rides
Nobody that the sweat, nobody like rejects
Stuck up Mister Softee with the wall with the Brooklyn Deceps
Where you think the scar came from?! Nigga we been mobbin since day one
Nigga when the cops rush niggas had to run stach the cracks in the pay phone nigga!
Damn this depressed yet, triple gold diamond bezzled it
Heavy is the head that wears the crown in the tub screamin fly pelican
In the rooftops for the pigeons, niggas losin their religion
Gold lots of those over Coca-Cola sweaters pitchin what was stitched in

[Interlude]
What you know about pain! I know about pain nigga!
Yeah! Uh!

[Verse 2]
Against all odds Phil Collins hearin callin +In The Air Of The Night+
That sound of crack fiends in tag teams suckin air out the pipe
Down the block from where it began took his last breath dirty mattress
Uh! I feel like Al Capone how they did him dirty for them fuckin taxes
Uh! Rest in peace Cato that shy rack I sling that bitch
In the elevator goin up with B.I.G. me thinkin damn he rich
Madoff made off like Robin Hood on them Wall Street kids
Workin on the Basciat depend on what brush you paint it with

[Outro]
Uh! Darkside 3!!!!!

 

[fox69]

"Part Deux"

"Part Deux"


How many emcees must get dissed?
How many motherfuckin mics I got to rip?
Til you are considerate, illegitimate, rap motherfuckers stop talkin your shit!!
Yeah Fat Joe, Jealous One's Envy
Steppin to the jam niggaz actin all friendly
Smilin in my face, and all the whiles they wanna
take my fuckin place, them backstabbers, them backstabbers
I got some shit for your whole damn crew
How the fuck you gon' face a Mac-11 with a twenty-two?
And then deliver, I'll shake your shiver
and shatter your bones, the modern day Al Capone
Step into my zone and get blown
He who claims to wear the crown'll get the throne, check it
There's many emcees in this world of rap
But not too many emcees can fuck with Joey Crack
In fact, yo, I be the realest you know
With the illest of flows, bustin caps at po-po's

[Chorus:]
"You gotta flow Joe!" All these niggaz know the time
when I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
"Let em know Joe!" What you mean they don't know?
I'm representin right now like I represented befo'
"You gotta flow Joe!" All these niggaz know the time
when I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
"Let em know Joe!" What you mean they don't know?
What you mean they don't know? What you mean they don't know?

Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe was never rappin
He was always gettin loot off the crack and
fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state
The very sight'll make the average man defecate
Livin the life of stock, bonds and cars, word bond
When I be gone I'll be worshipped like ?Nicky Barnes?
It's on, you don't want no confrontation
Killer communication, I suffer from multiple lacerations
Take a look at Joey Gambino
Spilled your chips in the casinos while feastin on shrimp scallapino
Niggaz don't want it, word to mother
I be that catchin body ese that'll leave that ass six feet under
Rappers wonder, where I been since _The Real_
I been plannin my strategy for the next kill
Ninety-five for the real live
Only the strong survive, that's why I pack a four-five
We got, all these actors playin characters and killers
Wannabe hammer cockers, but, shit is realer than they think
Fuck around and get them clothes ?rentin?
Many believe Fat Joe will be the cause of armaggedeon

[Chorus 2X]

"You gotta flow Joe!"

 

[fox69]

"Pendemic"

"Pendemic"


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

[Verse]
We getting poppin', them hammers go
The spanish bro, (Crucial Conflict), I'm (Do or Die) with the flow
Joe Peschi in Casino, ya know
Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
Yeah, I'm being honest your honor, I killed a man
But he was a fucking problem your honor
They say Joey's a killer, everytime body shit
Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this
You know me, I'm a one man army
Even though millions'll follow just like Ghandi
I'm Malcolm, shit I bring it out 'em
Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him
Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea
Or spit conscience shit just to win a Grammy?
Nah, they gonna listen to me
All of Big Pun is flowing through me
Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rolling with me
I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity
I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying
But you'd be surprised where my music is playing
That's what they want to hear
Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer
I keep gunning for 'em, they keep running from me
I'm about my money give a fuck, I'm living comfortably
Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto
Sweatpants saggin cause I'm packing heavy metal
Yeah I made the switch from clear tops to yellow
Mami yelling out the Window *spanish dialogue*
I hate the nigga, he makes me sick man, look at him
Soon as I get enough I'ma cuff 'em and throw the book at him
He ain't get all this shit from that fucking rap money
And everytime we stop him, he thinks something's funny
Shit, heard he sells cracks on the block caught a body
Listen to his raps, he calls himself John Gotti
Officer, officer, please don't be bias
Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars?
We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Sensationalize bring packs 'cross state
And y'all niggaz lying cause young nigga dying
Over in Iraq, yeah families are crying
Controversy like oil for food
Worldwide Pendemic now we got the bird flu
Africa's in crisis, please give aid
Must we do everything like organize for our age
Katrina, Katrina, oh Ms. Katrina
I'm looking for some benefits, tell me have you seen her

[Fat Joe]
Yeah...this is the Pendemic
We outta here...(crack)...see you next time if there is a next time
"Thanks to Joey Crack the Gangsta rapper
Do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra"...CRACK
Bye [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Porn Star"
(feat. Lil Kim)

"Porn Star"
(feat. Lil Kim)



[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
Like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

I never seen an ass like that
no I never seen seen an ass so fat (tat, tat, tat)
I'mma beat it til tomorrow
And all I keep telling her is "shut up bitch, swallow"
Your legs is shaking
I won't hurt you
Now you can be the star of that new commercial
Wipe your lips
Wipe your tits
Brace yourself I'm about to hit you with this (ah)
I couldn't say it
'Cause the radio station, they wouldn't play it
I'm too perverted
I'm bout to hurt it
The jury's all in
That pussy's murdin

[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
Like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Lil Kim:]
Yeah right to you
We gon make it hot in here
I'mma do a dance
In my vicky way, look at here
How you want it daddy, just let mommy know
I'm bouncing on that thing
Like I'm driving on the 64
I got that juicy juicy
You gonna need a straw
That platinum pussy showin nigga what he trickin for
Skinny short dick or long Imma ride that pony
Make it rain and lighting on me
Why don't you just buy for me
Cars and jewlery
I like expensive clothes
My puerto rican baby
Can you pay my house loans?
It's that murder mami
Lil Kim the queen bee
I got that boy baby
I'mma make you need me

[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
Like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Fat Joe:]
I go hard, go all in, get deeper and deeper
I beat, beat it up
I'm blowing your speakers
And I ain't talked about a tridda
Puerto rican to the car no boricua (?)
Shit I have you moanin
Fuckin your best friend til 6 in the mornin
She kissed the girl, guess what? she liked it
Well that your girl, go ahead and wife it
Now fuck her I did, I went and piped it
Put her on a video where youre all invited
Fuck faces expressions get me excited
That pussy make me work I dont need a diet

[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
Like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby

 

[fox69]

"Preacher On A Sunday Morning"
(feat. Pooh Bear)

"Preacher On A Sunday Morning"
(feat. Pooh Bear)



Kilka, kills mania,
Get used to this one,
"crack"
Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit
And I say right about now New York City.

They say is life and death, there's no future fronting.
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka,
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger.
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw a fake nigga parade. I'm known!
But who gives a fuck I don't care.
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them.
Niggas had me thinking that Joey is fucked up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.
Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.

[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake but I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets I'm a symphony, niggas want my sympathy presiding official remedy,
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,

King of New york, King of New York, but we don't ever see these niggas up in New york
Can anybody tell me where centropey
All these so called killers try their best to dress gay.
Everybody beefing it's the same old day.
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing New Yor back
But we the only niggas you pitch back the back (crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, fuck a phone call I barely got a whistle

[Chorus]

Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the carter.
Throw a banks and invite your friends,
Yougarentee to see a couple of ends.
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other niggas just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at madison square they givin group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness,
Where I keep your favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid.
I'm only speaking the truth,
Shit, look what these streets
May cologilua do

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pride N Joy"
(feat. Kanye West, Miguel, Roscoe Dash, DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss & Mos Def)

"Pride N Joy"
(feat. Kanye West, Miguel, Roscoe Dash, DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss & Mos Def)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Jadakiss, Miguel, Mos Def, Roscoe Dash]
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe (Kanye West)]
(Well then she's still my pride and joy!) Courtside at the Knick game who the don?!
Plus I worked on your kick game Louboutin
Bercon bags made of python
She a beautiful nightmare (Turn the lights on!)
So I can see that ass
Word to Martin Louis the King (She free at last)
(Word to my nigga Joe Crack you let her hold some stacks)
Yeah before we go to the club she wanted golden sacks
I let her get the gold card I'm a hold the black
(I let her get the black card I couldn't hold it back)
'Cause back in the backyard she used to hold the crack
So I cut them other hoes off like the coldesac
Uh! Now how cold is that

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I ain't never fucked another like this, I need, some more
You 'gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy
What's goin on with me and you, is real, for sure
But you' gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy
Before you steal my pride and......joy!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe (Kanye West)]
I hate that I have to, share with another yo
But she love women and she keeps it undercover yo
And I love women so she brings 'em under covers yo
Fight then we fuck again I swear I really love her though
(Well it's still my pride and joy! joy! joy!)
(Don't Wanna Be A Player) I could find another Joe
Just to prove I love her I use rubbers on my other hoes
And if she ever find out it be another blow
And that only mean that I'm a have to hit another sto' (My pride and joy!)
Spend another knot, hit another lot
That's how you know if you in love or not
Bought her moms a whip on mother's day
Now I gotta get her the same whip her mother got
Pass the Nuvo Mach!

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I ain't never fucked another like this, I need, some more
You 'gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy
What's goin on with me and you, is real, for sure
But you' gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy
Before you steal my pride and......joy!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Jadakiss, Miguel, Mos Def, Roscoe Dash]
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!
And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!
I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

 

[fox69]

"Pride N Joy (Remix)"
(feat. Ashanti, Trey Songz, Pusha T & Miguel)

"Pride N Joy (Remix)"
(feat. Ashanti, Trey Songz, Pusha T & Miguel)



[Intro: Ashanti (Trey Songz)]
Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Yeaaahhhhh!!! (I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls)
Pride and joy, joy, joy (Ohhhhh Ooooh Ohhhh!!!!)
Why don't you steal my pride and joy, joy, and joy
But your still my pride and joy

[Chorus: Trey Songz (Ashanti)]
So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady
Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls
She's my, baby, It's so, crazy
I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though
Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah
Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share
Oh I love these kind of girls (Why don't you steal my pride and joy)

[Verse 1: Pusha T (Ashanti)]
Look at where the time went
Could never get back all the time spent (Joy, Joy, Joy)
Chase time, face time
Nowadays I don't even try and waste mine (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
Just rather drop a bag off
You see love is like a crash course (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
And I hate to be the bad sport
But there's one for every stamp in my passport
So I'm still takin dimes out
And I'm still holdin tryouts (Joy, Joy and Joy)
Just never takin timeout
Scared of what I might find out

[Chorus: Trey Songz (Ashanti)]
So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady
Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls
She's my, baby, It's so, crazy
I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though
Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah
Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share
Oh I love these kind of girls (Why don't you steal my pride and joy)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe (Ashanti) {Trey Songz}]
Courtside any game, who the don?
Must be thinkin I'm a lame shit that you been on (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
I gave you rose, gold, everything
E'vrthing but a wedding ring (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
Now how you 'gon creep?
Got you that bubble gum six shit to shoot up the streets VROOM!!! (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
You say I'm fuckin well you fuckin right!
I heard you fuckin guess it's fuckin life {I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls}
So quit denyin it 'cause niggas know
'Cause when you catch her still love her though (Joy, Joy, and Joy)
Ain't goin buy more designer clothes
So why you trippin you got finer hoes?!
CRACK!!!!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady
Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls
She's my, baby, It's so, crazy
I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though
Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah
Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share
Oh I love these kind of girls

[Verse 3: Ashanti]
It ain't even that I'm all about the money babe
It be a diffence between the things, you do and say
I love you more than anything (Anything)
Boy I swear you gotta stop playin the games
Being your pride and your joy is cool
But I rather be your heart than to play a fool
'Cause my pride is everything I got
I be wrong if I give it up, just want another knot
Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh Oh Oh!!!
But you 'gon have to show me more, still my pride and joy
Because your still my pride and......joy!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady
Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls
She's my, baby, It's so, crazy
I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though
Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah
Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share
Oh I love these kind of girls

[Outro: Trey Songz]
I lo-o-o-o-ove these kind of girls! I lo-o-o-o-ove these kind of girls!
These kind of gi-rl-rls!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh! Oh!
I got whatever you desire! And whatever you require!
You can get it you can get it you can get it you can get it babe!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Oh!
I love these kind of girls! I love these kind of girls!
I love these kind of girls!

 

[fox69]

"Prove Something"

"Prove Something"


East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to the death
It's nothin realer than this you heard, uh what huh

[Verse 1]
Its like I'm always out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I dont know why I bother
Y'all not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm like lil' lease from b-street man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit, the d's watchin my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom

[chorus x2]
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

[Verse 2]
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the ROC
The way I just blazed
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin calls from the celly
We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me, I'm like gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ?? with a featured actress

[chorus x2]

Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's haha, come on, woo uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. Big Pun!