(Beat Novacane!) [Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]
Lord forgive me temptation to k**
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherf**er die - don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha n***a, tell the devil I sent ya [Fat Joe]
Yup! d**h ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some n***az get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet
Yeah, this n***a don't care
Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, n***az don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a ma** exo-dus
You don't want no problems, problems
f**in with these frauders {?}
I had the ambulance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'f**er [Chorus] [Fat Joe]
Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well at least that's the one I'm claimin
You know a muh'f**er that's realer then name him
Damn near a decade done pa**ed and we still on top
My n***a Pun died, n***az thought the sh** gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a n***a learned when he caught it and he walked off
Shoulda put the burn to a n***a so he'd slow down
n***az won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll k** him as a favor for me
Until then it's just... [Chorus] [Fat Joe]
Yo - wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It's my n***a Ant speedin, slow down dog
You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He tellin me, "Crack where the f** is you at?"
I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the b**h home
n***a you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This n***a Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
Carmen, why you stallin, why the f** you callin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that n***a Pablo from... Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, n***az swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's p**y I bet'cha
Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha DAMN! Wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face s**in my DICK b**h!
{click-click, BLAM}