Lyrics:
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
know what it is
Let me tell 'em, let me tell 'em, what's wrong with the kids
Like a Pro-Era crew, wait, Joey Bad, who
Or Joe that blue like indigo hue
of the tri borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo
a sweep
Nigga we two by two in this jeep
Rolling that Joe listening to Meek
Drop that Lo we just trying to meet
I let it go better move ya feet
Bust down
I won't keep on fighting I'd rather be free
Oh yes now I'm busy so don't talk to me
When it's time to do it you're no show
You're no show
And when
Whatever your use
Do it up like Joey and big Joe Bruce
What is up kid?
I'm about to moon mist blue
Here's what you do, throw it up sky
To soup that
just made it, we gon be raging, throwing hands up to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You
chicks a month that mom get don't last
Lil Sally still young she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
Then it clicked me,
punchin body blows and uppercuts
[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
[Joe Budden]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question
Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
This a different level you heard
Look
Got bricks like free throw
Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe
Tool in my bitch purse Home Depot
Baby
breakin' laws
I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes
Word up them
Pocket fat, getting full more
Hoe in a tie, Hoe and a liar
Son do conspire
Billion of dollar from Mao China
Funny, you don't speak that loud now
Is you
the Pendemic
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
The whole East fucked, don't wife that bitch
(Don't do it)
I like my Sprite clean, don't spike my shit
Ayy (No cap)
I like my whites plain, don't ice my shit
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
against Satan
If you don't see this, then you need to open up your eyes
Don’t get tricked by the media and their lies
This is a spiritual battle, and we
Just saw Joey's fat ass crying in the parking lot
Yea he's a little bitch so me and him, we don't talk a lot
Noah's not Hispanic, but he look like he can
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
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