Psycho Les - J.O.S.E. lyrics

[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!! Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh.. Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..