[Fat Joe] Uh-ohuh-oh..
Let s get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let s get it over withUH! Terror Squad up in this mother er Where my real niggaz at? My Bronx niggazmy (?) niggaz I see you Lil Hat! UhAhaha! It s time to take it to these niggaz right here Yeah..
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Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtimeblow ya abs out Leave you in the fetal positionwitcha ass out Ready to mash out any crew actin like they the true facts of lifefrontin through the camera lights Despitewe hold it down regardless I got Def Jam suckin me like"I wish you was my artist" For starterswho s the largest cat? Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot Whether it s live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot Grimed outwe really live whatchu rhyme bout See me posted up in the Tunnelwith my shines out Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya Got girls shakinlosin they breathas if they catchin asthma Headed to the bar to pop some bottles Now we in the car headed home to rock some models All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada But I m tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada We the best that done itconfess you fronted Anybody wanna test how much strapsyou want it? [Hook - Fat Joe] Aiyyo the gangsta s back Stop it right where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggazlisten to that Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God s really bringin it back! [Fat Joe] I m from my days and legendssince age eleven I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections Most of us are deadbut the rest is locked Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel It s like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals Joe the Godthe flow is hard Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah s Ark I m the realest of emmake you feel the pressure Catch you at a clubsmack you upsteal ya leather You niggaz soften mebeat you out of the mix Tough talktough walkbut you cry like a bitch I see you downin the Cris I m not hatinI m just aggrevated I ask myself every dayhow these faggots made it? around with the Don and get decapitated I m sick of hearin em (?) for all the cats that made it [Hook - Fat Joe] [Hook 2 - Armageddon] Aiyyo the kid is back Leave it right where you at Let a real nigga hold thatyou probably won t clap Tell them thug niggazmove it on back I m feelin tight and I m hot Ready to pop the crack right through your back [Armageddon] That s how Kenny rocksI m more advanced than how your learnin I m like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin Poppin rosary beadspiss on ya candle while it s burnin Rush ya widows crib and pop ya
bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate Imagine when I penetrate ya stomachand make ya body s center bake We can argue for dayswhether it s faster to drop five shots in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box Splash ya brains on ya birds laps Swerve you on the curbcrash the Rangeand push the front skirt back And murk after thatblurtin curse words Yo I popped that nigga s son one before we catch the first I ma kill any murdererleave a nigga burpin up Bloodchokin on chunks of his lung interior Every verse that I spit s a personal riff I meet a ill key frontinI m a murder you shit Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks I m like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip Motivator thugscrape emshoot the bolts in his butt Energizin em upmake em wanna open em up Actin like I can t happen till I smack him in his Adam s apple Death to rappinI don t wanna battle I d rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth Clap at ya facegive the mic feedback the goof [Hook] [Hook 2] |
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