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"So Hot"
(feat. R. Kelly)

"So Hot"
(feat. R. Kelly)



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

[Chorus R. Kelly {Fat Joe}]
Sexy girl
(hey) You know that I (hey) like you
I like you baby
Sexy girl
(hey) you know that I (hey) will do anything under the sun for you
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If you let me
I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot
If u let me

[Fat Joe]
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsta's and killers
I'd like to welcome yall to this Terror Squad thriller
Staring me Joe Crack the realist
and ma you can get a seat, forget what ya friends have seen
They tell you please he's a celebrity
He ain't tryin' to start something
He is into menage crushin'
But she ain't tryin' hear nothin' fears nothin'
But her impulse is scared money dont make nothing
Plus she love the way the cashmere touch em'
How the lights bounce off the ice
This dude here is frontin
But you love it though
Everybody in hea know
A million niggaz tried to holla
A million niggaz wasn't Joe
I see you across the club the way you move ya body slow motion wit me
Dip it low n put ya body in the roles with me
Forget ya problems n sit bak n roll through the tolles with me
Now listen to the R flow with me

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
Now we don't need no room keys because we up off in my jeep
Doing things to make us hot
to recline on these soft leather seats
Girl you got my emotions up
n now we beat it up
Touchin n feelin on each other
Now im like wats sup
Now break the doors
Lets roll lets roll come on
Lets hit the club lets roll lets roll come on
We got the cute chicks, party chicks, stripper chicks
We got the money chicks, good chicks, hot chicks
We got the V.I.P. poppin bottle model chicks
We go the ride or die down for what ever chicks
We gonna do it up in here till around six
n we gonna be puffin on that L till around six
n yes I fuck with this colabo cuz it's magic
Kells, Terror Squad, Joe still thuggin

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
I love the way you dancing out those clothes mama
Come n roll with me on 24's mama
Get you to the spot n it's what ever mama
now lets drop the top
Cuz we about to make it hot hot so hot hot so hot hot so hot hot
We about to make it hot hot hot hot hot
Keep it goin now come on
Keep it goin now come on
We bout to make it hot hot hot hot
We abot to make it hot hot hot
Piper Joe
 
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"So Much More"

"So Much More"


This is this is this is..........

[Chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

[Fat Joe]
Caution when my lip just twist to one side
We don't bitch we don't snitch we stick and just ride and I...
Never gave a fuck about po po
Niggas so gangsta make a songs about my 4 4
My my 4 4 4 4
Gets worse $$$ shit when I visit the church
I'm down with T.D. Janks and Kirk Franklin
Better have my overlin plate filled with franklins blasting me
I got niggas that blast for me ribs touching asking me CRACK
Show me where the safe at I lay em down with the mac leave em face flat listen....
You don't wanna start no drama
We don't scrap when theres problems
We just clap revolvers men
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sipping mo didn't know better know now

[Chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

[Fat Joe]
Up n pass Hilton suite
Crossing path this chick take me
I probably win her
Oscar didn't know hit ten feet
You need a ladder just to sit on me
In the ring screaming viva tito with don king at maden square arena pee awa
Pull mamai to the side she feenin yelling gasolina..
Now how many bricks does it take
to marble out a 36 groom estates follow me
I can phili where they eat cheese steaks in a red belly call bitch v8
Is Joe's crib for reals and even want kids in school to go kill crack I'm back
Now that's the sources you should know how shit gonna go now follow me

[Chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

[Fat Joe]

That's the sound of the man working on the chain yea ye yeah crack
And we don't see no body making hands stand up like the Growing Up Gotti
Hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga
Use fist full to come out your mouth
The way I stack white these days
Looking like chick that go with flavor flavor and I'm so so real
Niggas wanna kill the Don front of my house
Probably with my son in my arms but I
Drop em like its hot
Pass my glock
My lil shorty a chip off the old block
Go against Coke let em miss you
I give you ten ways to kill of the whole block

[Chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more
 
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"Still Real"

"Still Real"


[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)
See what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)

Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks

[Chorus 2x]
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where I'm going to

[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.S. the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell Ton' that we still missin him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

[Chorus 2x]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets
start yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell a few CD's
Buy land in Miami and cop a new B come on!

[Joe talking]
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin through
Niggaz lookin at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now!

[Chorus 2x]
 
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"Story To Tell"

"Story To Tell"


Crack

[Chorus]
For every shell that fell
There's a story to tell
They say you hustler then you going to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that he fucks with me
Can a gangster go to heaven
Let me in
I call it survival you call it a sin
Damn
I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

[1st Verse]
Yeah I'm right here
Gun in my right palm
Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san
Oh shit this mic on
I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga
You catch a hundred if you speaking in court
I'm feeling like Michael
Just before the verdict
Sweat on my forehead
I'm anxious and nervous
These streets ull eat you if you let em
Cop ull beat you
You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you
I try and listen more and speak less
Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest
You on the corner and I'm flying buy
Some foreign exotic mo' fucker
You know we flying buy
Oh you got nine lives
I got a pine box
You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped
And I ain't lying Ac
Yeah I'm lying hard
Run up on anybody that's supplying my block

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]
I know this Nigga named Shaheim
An old school cat
Did Football numbers
And never once rat
Now he back on the block got em slinging them packs
And his rep's kind of crazy
Known for slinging them Macks
Got a baby with Sandra
Names him K-Sacks
Cause that's where he did his first bid way back
Now this Nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse
Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back
Now with some connects you could away with that
But he must of fucked wit the wrong Columbian cats
Now these niggaz comin' strapped they want they money back
And you can't tell the difference cause some of them look black
Now Sha on the block thinkin' life's a joke
And his Mama just had a dream that he might get smoked
But he don't give a fuck he been through the best wars
Knife to knife
The yard to mess halls
And these niggaz here have something else in mine
Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine
Uh huh, you guessed it
Just a matter of time
Another soldier down he got hit with a nine
Dang

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
Nah I ain't a rapper
Motha fuck rap
They snitched on Kim
How lame is that
This game ain't shit
But snakes and rats
Fighting each other for loose change and scraps
My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down
No life preservers
They wanna see you drown
Pull the trigger myself
They don't want know help
Now the only Nigga tell on myself is myself
Money Power Respect
You heard the Lox
Half these niggaz in here deserve to get popped
I think we another fuckin Biggy and Pac
So you Mo' fuckers could have another million man march

[Chorus]

Now that Bitch Remy Martin
She's down with us
DJ Khaled
He's down with us
Street Runner , yeah he's down with us
Engineer Drop Yeah He's down with us
Them niggaz Cool and Dre
They down with us
Tony Sunshine
He's down with us
Macho
You know he's down with us
Sneaker boy safe
He's down with us
Pistol P
He's down with us
Richie Player
Yeah he's down with us
Alpo - you know he's down with us
DJ Surge
You know he's down with us
LV you know he's down with us
Full Flex and Mickey
They down with us
That boy Troy Carter
He's down with us
Aimee Morris you know she's down with us
Rockwild
You know he's down with us
Them boys Corrupt Money
Yeah they down with us
JB and Young Neach
They down with us
Showbiz born Lord yeh he's down with us
Diggin in the Crates is down with us
My Nigga Opie is down with us
Raulman is down with us
Percie and TA they down with us
Tego Calderon is down with us
The whole Puerto Rico is down with us
Santo Domingo is down with us
Cuba - you know they down with us
Latino's worldwide is down with us
Hector Lafarver is down with us
Pitbull
You know he's down with us
Viva Mexico yeah they down with us
The boogie down Bronx is down with us
Miami Dade county is down with us
 
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"Stressin'"
(feat. Jennifer Lopez)

"Stressin'"
(feat. Jennifer Lopez)



[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Black bottles, black models
Cuban cigars, Domincanos
Colombianos, it's [?]
100 dope boys on the sofa
I'm [?] with Versace on
Stars on the roof for the ambiance
Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases
Now we in the club throwing blue faces
Used to see Papi at the [?]
Now I'm [?] sittin' on gold toilets
[?] more spoils
Large, you people never be loyal

[Hook: Jennifer Lopez]
You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections
Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin'
All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction
So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'?
Cause we ain't
Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't
Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
[?] more opus
Break up the makeup, we got motives
I'm [?] America that teamwork
Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work
It's the U-blow show
Seven figures on the wrist like you don't know
The haters lookin' at me cause the mommies lookin' at me
Fed's lookin' at me, all the snitches lookin' at me
Fo' hunnid on the race, that's hella dough
Just to see the stars with no telescope
I got the pussy wetter than that yayo
Get it off of the block, that J. Lo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Alexander McQueen, Balmain Jeans
Everything all black like the Beijing
Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine
Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times
In the cell got the wrong number
But she gone be my [?] all summer
And she gone be up in my tub half naked
And I just sold the plug [?]

[Hook]
 
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"Success"

"Success"


Yeah
This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
I mean the real CREAM
All up and down the East and West coast
Check it [echoes]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hustlin is the key to success
Money is the key to sex
The life is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin blessed
The games people play
The names people slay
It's just another ordinary day

[Verse One]
One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash
Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel
Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars
While you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swallows
Step into my zone and get blown, my ways are internationally known
Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led
Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity?
For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell
But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines
Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and loud bitches
But it's always room for riches and deep ditches
That's how it be in this everlasting game
Declaring war on cocks, and leavin chumps slain
So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest
Success, triple beam, knahmean?
Dolla dolla bill

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive
If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost
Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss?
Things are done different, in my zip code
Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode
Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity
You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
I collects ass and cash
While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash
Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours
T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles
The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy
For real... uh!

[Chorus - repeat to fade]
 
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"Success (DJ Premier Remix)"

"Success (DJ Premier Remix)"


Yeah
This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
I mean the real CREAM
All up and down the East and West coast
Check it [echoes]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hustlin is the key to success
Money is the key to sex
The life is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin blessed
The games people play
The names people slay
It's just another ordinary day

[Verse One]
One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash
Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel
Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars
While you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swallows
Step into my zone and get blown, my ways are internationally known
Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led
Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity?
For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell
But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines
Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and loud bitches
But it's always room for riches and deep ditches
That's how it be in this everlasting game
Declaring war on cocks, and leavin chumps slain
So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest
Success, triple beam, knahmean?
Dolla dolla bill

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive
If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost
Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss?
Things are done different, in my zip code
Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode
Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity
You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
I collects ass and cash
While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash
Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours
T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles
The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy
For real... uh!

[Chorus - repeat to fade]
 
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"Take A Look At My Life"

"Take A Look At My Life"


[Intro: Fat Joe]
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here

[Fat Joe]
I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game back
Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack

[Fat Joe]
First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
My Lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
Oh no he ain't come back like that
Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
It's the thirteenth al spinna
Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
Me and Diddy skippin out on bills
Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out, just swoonin the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of you
motherfuckers
Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me
 
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"Temptation Pt. 1"

"Temptation Pt. 1"


(Beat Novacane!)

[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]
Lord forgive me temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die - don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

[Fat Joe]
Yup! Death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet
Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus
You don't want no problems, problems
Fuckin with these frauders {?}
I had the ambulance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well at least that's the one I'm claimin
You know a muh'fucker that's realer then name him
Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off
Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it's just...

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo - wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog
You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that nigga Pablo from... Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha
Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha

DAMN! Wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!
{click-click, BLAM}
 
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"Temptation Pt. 2"

"Temptation Pt. 2"


[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]

[Chorus: 'Pablo']
Joe Crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold THAT lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin

[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah niggaz wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go

['Pablo']
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin

[Chorus + Interlude]

[Fat Joe]
Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin
Who the fuck you think supplyin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya
You lil' niggaz ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'fuckers think they tough 'til them canisters burst
I know you hear my niggaz

[Chorus + Interlude]
 
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