Fat Joe - Don't Go Over There lyrics

[Intro] Don't go over there, sh**, I be skating too So don't go over there Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, (over there) Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, (over there) We from over there Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap (over there), hah [Hook: French Montana] Heard they shooting n***as, don't go over there, hah Stabbing, k**ing n***as, don't go over there, hah Thirty other n***as, don't go over there, hah South side, we from over there, hah Heard they k**ing n***as, don't go over there, hah Stabbing, k**ing n***as, don't go over there, hah Thirty other n***as, don't go over there, hah East side, we from over there Don't go over there, don't go over there Don't go over there, don't go over there [Verse 1: French Montana] South side, they call that, they shoot guns, they snort that They rob chains, they carjack, got a payback for all that Don't, don't go over there, n***a, if you ain't from over there Run upon you with that nina, cash out right over there Ain't nothing changed, still f**ing n***as over there Catch them n***as slipping, then we leave them n***as over there Your main b**h be blowing there, don't get touring over there Coke boys had snow in there, like Boston George that blow in there Drop top off now my coupe looking brainless I be twisted off a blue dot while my n***as twisting fingers And it led them n***as famous, gave you couple pages on the front news n***a Don't make one move, montana [Hook:] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Cracks on the block, n***as call that lipo' Hustlers on the corners doing pull ups on the light pole Shawty got hit, ain't even party yet Been about a week the family ain't get the body yet Police don't come over here, please don't come over here You on your own if you getting caught over here She bust that p**y open, she's a ho there That new apartment that you got her, we was over there The stash that you left, it ain't over there f**ed her 4 times and never went back over there You know I don't care, never gave a f** Like a church full of nuns, ain't no saving us [Hook:] [Verse 3: Wale] n***a I'm from over there Where b**hes got them fake lips, fake a** and that bogus hair Ha, load is here, better know my soldiers here Mix it up a lil more in here, thank god got my chauffeur here Everytime my show is here, and I know them hoes in here And my flow that Sistine Chapel, gotta know my show is rare My flow is rare, and I keep my toes in Airs And I keep my hoes in check, and I keep my foes in fear Don't go over there, nah, not there or there, or there or there n***a stay right there [Hook:]