Fat Joe - K.A.R. (k** All Rats) lyrics

[R&B sample] I was born and raised in the ghetto [2X] [Intro:] Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale All my n***az locked down Doin that time, you heard me? This for you ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") We k** 'em ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") f**-boy n***az, let's go These n***az b**hin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain't the opera Push your sh** back like a Tracy album, you wildin I heard you p**y you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island Howlin - they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar Now I'm forever gon' get it admit it this n***a's sh**tin Animal Hannibal flow, these hands'll damage you though It's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones Chillin with my k**ers in my platinum Rolls Trinity's the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes sh** if his momma seen him wouldn't even know Joe, I'm a don, the son of a God One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad [Chorus] ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Yeah ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Ka-ka-ka-ka-k** 'em ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Uhh, street sh** right here ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") k** 'em, Street Runner Uhh, yo, yo Joey don't know never seen never heard sh** n***az is hara**in me, tryin to get the murders kid I don't know them birds flew/flu, I don't know them k**ers went Mug shots you showin me these n***az probably innocent These live n***az turned coat, now witnesses They'll even tell on they moms, what the business is We even got some right here in the business kid And I ain't even gotta say no names, you know them n***az is Coca, movin blow down to Villanova Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh I don't know if you got the news, I'm a shoot-er And if that b**h ever get to talkin I will shoot her Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds My moms on my mind, keep yellin I'm a loser Word to my n***a Pun, and his Honda scooter I lay a motherf**er down and throw away the Ruger [Chorus] ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") You know, Pistol this one's for you ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Coca, Streets ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") We k** 'em n***a, that's how! ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Brrap, brrrap brrap [gunshot] [Fat Joe] k** 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling f** it throw him off the building watch him land on his children I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a sk**et Give a n***a his life, now he got his name on a bullet Pull it! Pull it! n***a don't hesitate, levitate anybody soul who cooperates Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed If you wanna find me well I'm anywhere the dollars be k**er sh** is outta me, give it to whatever n***a wanted me In the Bronx River where the bodies be, f**-boys! [Outro: repeat 4X] ("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")