Nobody said it would be easyha hah [Puff] What y all wanna do hah? (2X) Nobody wanna handle it [Puff] AS WE PROCEEDTO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED [Puff] What y all wanna do hah? (2X) [Puff] NINE-EIGHTIT S THE GREAT [Puff] What y all wanna do hah? (2X) Verse One: Fat Joe Now why the sad facejealous for fellas that s diamond laced Tryin to find a place to reclineshine my face Under the sun where it s warmrunnin with Pun til I m gone That s word is bond on my moms That s the squad mottogot beef we call Rallo Dame Un Tragohe go to war wit a bottle Simple as datflip 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 dissapear us We the realest you ever gon see In all honestyain t another brother that s hotter than me Modesty ll get nowherethat s why I go there (yeahyeah) 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 Boyand roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) It s my cityand everything in it Ain t a thing rented (c mon) it s my Benzif you see me in it (yeah) We invented floodin the watchand runnin the spots That s whyI m not a playerI just crush a lot Chorus: Puff Daddy What you thoughtwe ain t run the streets? Now you can t sleep ten deepconvoyin in the Benz jeep Rollin deep with the Don-Tana I put the chrome in your caraadios to manana (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Fat Joe Yeauhyo 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 wakesthese are The Breaks Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) So take heed and read between the linesain t no cheatin mines Player haters never wanna see my shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoeson my way to Les Boo s Less choose the life we rather liveon the streets stabbin kids or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kidssix karatsI m a whiz (mmmmm) Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist It ain t shit but for sexmoneyand drugs True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs What the Joe Cracktwist your cap back Leave your heart rate flatonce Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) Chorus 2X (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) Terror Squadand Bad Boy Joey CrackBig Pun I see you Can t sleepten deep Yeauh-huh Adios to manana Terror Squadwhat? Bad Boykhanmean? Joey CrackBig Pun I see youI see you C monyeayeasay what say what? Say what say what? Uh-huh I see you..
take that..
Adios to manana! |
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