[Talking]
Aiyyo Crack, these n***as is playin mad childish games
n***as act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
n***as replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta wa*ksta-a** n***as
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
f** tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these n***as straight music!
[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n***as schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
n***as talk too much sh**, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, n***as wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the sh** I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n***as let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the sh** that get me aggrevated
It be the same n***as in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n***as.. Jers' State n***as..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n***as
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push s**, money, d**, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n***as blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s
[Hook]
(J) These jealous n***as is worse than b**hes!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin sh**, still ain't sh**!
(E) You envious n***as can s** my dick!
[Talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah n***a, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n***as over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV
On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna f**in slice it
ba*tards, POOF!!
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