intro: [police sirens] [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] [Fat Joe] Yoyoone s for the cashtwo s for my facilty three s for all the M-3 s Racin across the Tapenze ?Matchin C s? followed by the white Lincoln drivin like I ain t thinkin Wit my hats and lights blinkinlet the lah sink in On the way to home BASE first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place We rush shituntouchable Don shitthat s nothin new Sets with stone arms just to muscle youenough of you That had a bad case of Joesome even had to go Gangsta walk and ninesat times I be the last to know We laugh and jokewhile we bag in the coke My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes I m addicted to street lifealthough it doesn t seem right Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? And who s to say that I m to blame(blame) we only pawns in this game(game) Decision: grow cocaine I don t want no cure for thisyou switchI pour the Cris And juststay richand reminiscewhile I count my chips Chorus [Noreaga] Yo you scared to deathmisery need company Crab slackersniggas actin like they mad rappers Even wit a record dealour guns still peal Break a piece of your brainwipe the stain Throw the Range offpolice-iano Watch for hondothey lookin at our poster nowplayin us closer now The funds follow uswhatthese bitches swallow us And you wonder why you can t find us [Fat Joe] I ?ton and tender? wit millionairesgave a million stares Made a million scaredmy beats don knocked For what seemed like a million yearsyea This illegal life I can t avoidI take the feds everywhere I go That s why I m paranoidbut still I choose to ignore the fact I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack Joey Crackthe mack without the hat And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac I bet you hate it cuz we paid and flossnigga we laid and lost T.S.
ll make the baddest crews take a loss Break your balls like Bahondocall me Don Joe Coke slash sweaty rockniggas drop a dime dough Booked the nine o clockflight to Alando So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono That nigga Gauno up in M-Cis bein friendly Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me My heart is emptynever feelin remorse I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss Chorus [Noreaga] Yoyo Jose Luissmoke lah like the reverand Look in the skiesclouds look like coke n heaven Like whoever sittin on pies twogettin high too mad fly tooa thug too Yo we praise thosehowever you make your pesos Keep the shit tight just likeJose Canseco s Batting stancea majorly we glance and gotta yell "WhatWhat!" Cuz thug niggas don t dance yo I told niggasthat you did it for show but niggas thought you was ill yo Even your hoeyo for real youngblood I m really afraid so Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough Impost-o slocosmorenosgo-golosboriquasplatin-o s My niggas rollin thosefontos and hydros You know how that goesDE s light it up though We stay smokin ittone-locin it me and Fat Joe still provoking it Chorus (ha hamad rappersstain offrange offwatch out polic-iano spabolos amigos
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