[Fat Joe]. Yo ah! You know who rule this shit. City is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne. Anybody want beef with the D.O.N. Guaranteed it would be O.N.
[Fat Joe]. Yo ah! You know who rule this shit. City is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne. Anybody want beef with the D.O.N. Guaranteed it would be O.N.
They shootin'. This is the sound baby. We ridin' on these bitch ass niggaz. Joe Crack, here we go. . La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
[Diamond D] Ninety-three it's time man. (All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin.). . [Fat Joe]. A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE). Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough!.
Yeah!. Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx. Home of corrupt cops. Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back. even if they don't fake jax.
(Kid Capri). Yes indeed, What the deal. This is the world famous Kid Capri. up here wit my man Joey Crack. Joey Crack got this new joint coming out. Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is.
Aiyyo they left me for dead. I mushed the roaches and the maggots. I can still remember shovels spillin dirt above (this bastard?). I waited for an answer, but god ain't call.
Yeah, that'll do it. Yeah, I love hip hop. I love this muthafuckin' hip hop game. This nigga here is a little nigga man. . Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga.
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Yeah, uh. You know what this is. The fat gangsta. . Maybe it's the TS chain. (I got 'em right). Maybe it's that Escalade. (Come get 'em right). . Maybe it's the way I do.
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!. Shout to my homies out west hoo-bangers!. Mack Deezy for Sheezy. All my niggas in the Bronx. Holdin' them corners down. Ya heard? Get it right!.
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Yeah. This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin'. All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California. La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin'.
Yeah. This is goin out.. to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?. All the real niggaz. Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens. California. LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from.
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit. In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'. First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it.
I come to find out thatI need true love and. I need love will search no further. Cause Im making love where your voice just murer. She calls me Pookie and I call her Poochie..
Coca, muah. Elephant in the room. Crills. . Early in the morning, could barely feel my face. Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist. My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face.
Yea, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God). Cause if we won't, then who will? (True). Terror Squad style, yo. (Speak on it God). . Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence.
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!. I'm eatin', I'm eatin'. I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!. Oh no, Oh Joe, he's did it he's back. In the back of that black Maybach trippin'.
Yea, uhh. "I bet you thought I left you hangin". Yea yea, yeah. "I bet you thought I left you hangin". Terror Squad again. long overdue baby. "I-I-I bet you thought I left you hangin".