Fat Joe - Damn lyrics

My n***as, this Coka It?s Crackology 101, n***a I breed you n***as, my sons The penalty is d**h and I'm inflictin' the torch And the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy chopper firin', motherf**ers is dyin' n***as is runnin', helicopters is flyin' All these s**ers is lyin', tell the Feds that they see me And I was just island hopin' somewhere in Tahiti I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that Get your sh** pushed, muh'f**er, f**in' with Crack Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline LV on this track, hell of a ba** line Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that's stardom Ghetto celeb, I been since I was younger 100 mill' strong, still dyin' of hunger Under the chinchilla, believe me, the sh**'s realer This piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep better The street's terror, the weak better retreat Man, I keep Berettas for these peoples that creep f**in' crazy n***as, Crack, n***a Damn, those guys are gettin' dough That's why all these gangsters come to Coke We get money, money, you got nothin' from me And if you get caught, n***a, don't mention Joe Damn, those guys are gettin' dough That's why all these gangsters come to Coke We get money, money, you got nothin' from me And if you get caught, n***a, don't mention Joe I keep hearin' that Crack's the truth Real n***as is screamin', ?Joe, get back in the booth? Yeah, I do it for them n***as that be huggin' the blocks Those jack boys don't give a f** dumpin' at cops These n***as crazy, some more real They'll get you for everythin', even your Paul Wall grill Yes n***a, it's survival out here These n***as don't even respect the Bible out here It spirals out here, cars and kings too That's the only thing this summer gon' bring you I seen it all, man, they love it when I spit cane Walk through the middle and speed with the big chain I got 'em sick, man, look how the sh** playin' Piss stains yellow Pebble bezel on the wrist, man You ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actor Matter of fact, you is a great actor I'm one O.G. you need to respect Specially if you don't want n***as to see through your chest I caught his momma at the face to face Now she layin' in St. Raymond?s in section 8, n***a Follow me now, sit Damn, those guys are gettin' dough That's why all these gangsters come to Coke We get money, money, you got nothin' from me And if you get caught, n***a, don't mention Joe Damn, those guys are gettin' dough That's why all these gangsters come to Coke We get money, money, you got nothin' from me And if you get caught, n***a, don't mention Joe Yeah, this goes out to all them n***as Ghetto to ghetto, jails to jails All my n***as playin' the yard right now, doin' pull ups Pumpin' this sh** in your headsets, I love you n***as, Crack Otis Ville, you know it's real, Rikers All my n***as holdin' it down All my street n***as, gangster n***as Dope boys, cook