Текст песни:

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S′es′us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector′s cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.′s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I was ′sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I′m the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn′t the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off ′til they head get popped off
by the realest MC, and that′s ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chillll, that′s that ′88 flow
Small face 20′s, that′s that ′88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I′m on the 88th flo′
Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo′
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo′
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. ′88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y′all dudes innocent, y′all just visitin
And that′s the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes
Police know, but just couldn′t figure me out
I′m like {?}, have ′em makin pies in the house
It′s grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain′t gon′ retire ′til there′s never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin
I′m thinkin anybody go against me losin chil′ren
I′m thinkin there′s no better time than now to start some killin
It′s Cook Coke Crack, 2005′s ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I′m Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can′t wait ′til my nigga Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you′re on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers that died
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we all V-S′es′us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector′s cut

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

Empty Arms and Lonely nights
That′s my life without you girl
I′m so lonely I′m so blue
Without you girl my life is through
Maria
This song is dedicated

Maria - Don′t you hear me calling
Maria To the most beautiful woman on the planet earth

Maria
That would be my mother Maria Cartegena

[1st Verse]
Ay yo, she′s the best sister
One man love her
And if she died her tombstone would read
The world′s greatest mother
August nineteenth she birthed me
I came out
Put her through hell but still in all she couldn′t help but smile
I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain′t got to describe her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper hot
And I remember when you worked at the number spot
Once the cops caught you I skipped school
Yeah I guess the cops was cool
They let me feed you
I cryed for hours till they finally freed you
Drop to my knees and screamed Mama we need you
Then you went back to school and got a job that′s legal
Maria

[Chorus]

Yeah Mami, I love you so much
For this pain, this love, you′ve been through so much,
And I thank you for everything you done for us
You′ve been a survivor and we love you so much
I had to dedicate this song to you Mami
I had to tell the world how much I love you

[2nd Verse]
Ay yo, yo yo
I never forget the night that changed out life
A neighbor was screaming Maria come out side
Something′s wrong with your son I think he′s getting high
Then you replied not my son he don′t be getting high
Then you bathed him and tucked him to sleep
Yeah I knew from that day life wouldn′t be sweet
He got in trouble with the law
Then you bailed him out
I got in trouble with the law then you bailed me out
It was one July the fourth
They tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy′s house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap′s the answer
Same day I got signed you was diagnosed with Cancer
Doctor said it′d be a miracle if you survived
Then you looked in my eyes and said
Joey I don′t want to die
I pray to god that he show us a sign
Now its fourteen years later and you still alive
Thank you God

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
God I thank you so much
My Mother has so much to see
So much to do
She′s had such a painful life
Many nights I argue with you in my prayers but I know you′re the boss
You kept her alive for a reason
Mama I′m a ride for you
I swear
Yo, I bet you proud of your son
He′s a rap star now
Took you out of them projects and bought you that house
Got you that housekeeper to manicure the grounds
And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound
You take care of Joey and I love you for that
And you raising John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was an Angel
God wanted her back
Damn I really miss my sister
Guess she′s better where she′s at
Mammy I love you
I want the world to know I love you
And every chance I get I′m a kiss you and hug you
Life wasn′t easy everyday is a struggle
But like my niggaz from Chi town say
It′s all bubbles

[Chorus]

Hoping my real mo′fuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

It′s that shit right here
Took me like ten years to do

You know I cried doing this song
Man, so much pain
Mami you such a good woman
You a classy woman
I know you a private person
You don′t want the world to know all your business
But I had to let them know how strong you are
I love you so much

This song is also dedicated to little Maria
One of my best friends on earth
Get your shit together girl I love you too
Juju what′s up, you my nephew I love you for life

It′s Crack bitch

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[INTRO:]
Ma niggas is coke ya.
It′s crackalagy.
1 on 1 nigga.
I breed you niggas.
Ma sons A WWWW

[Verse 1:]
The penalty is death and im inflictin′ the torch and the best of the best couldn′t mess with the
boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe but my man don′t get caught up in these
streets alone they′ll be heavy choppers firin motherfuckers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is
flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds to see me and I was just island hopin some wala
tahele I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mofucker fuckin with crack
catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of
the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican and 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
shits realer this piece′ll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror the weak
better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (fuckin crazy niggas) crack nigga

[Chorus: x2]
Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that′s why all these gangsters come to coke we get money money
ya′ll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don′t mention Joe

[Verse 2:]
I keep hearin that′s cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth yea I do
it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don′t give a fuck dumpin at cops these
niggas crazy some more real they′ll get you for everythin even yo poor war grill yes nigga its
survival out here these niggas 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 main look how the shit
playin piss stain yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor
matter a fact you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don′t want niggas
to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in St.
Raymond′s in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit)

[Chorus x2]

[Outro:]
Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer headsets I love you
niggas.
Crack

Otis Ville you know its real.
Rakas haha.
All my niggas holdin it down.
All my street niggas gangster niggasss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK [echo]
[Music fades out]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[*sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does anybody know... Joe...

[Fat Joe]
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to ′em niggaz

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK!
Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin
Touched the down, and he′s down
See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever

[Fat Joe]
Can you hear that? Niggaz that′s the winds of change
Blowin through your city, here comes the pain
They say, the more things change, the more stay the same
So I, grip on that same 9 I held in ′88
My momma askin - {"where did he go"}
She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"}
Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"}
But little did they know - {"where did he go"}
that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green
Renegades, we don′t wait ′til the light turn green
We just, break the rules and live a life obscene
I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene
You couldn′t even imagine what my eyes done seen
But now it′s - I′m a thug, I′m a killer
I′m a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I′m good
I′m out, I swear after this disc I will quit
Pun if you listenin God you truly been this

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahahaha
All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin
Uhh
Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah

[Fat Joe]
Imagine some old foe with no fire
The God done ran off and retired
No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems
No rappers these ladies, call handsome
Me I′m just dancin, velvet LaPelle
In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle
I blow smoke now, the stress done got me
Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky
{"where did he go"} I′m tryin find myself
It′s hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth
And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?
Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control
It′s like the Hammer story stands out; can′t walk through the Bronx
Cause e′ry muh′fucker got his fuckin hands out
Every day somebody new ′sposed to blast me
Changed my phone number, got everybody askin

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahaha
More money more problems
Yup, it′s Cook!
Yeah

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Joseph Carter, that′s who I be
I′m still runnin the Carter, that′s how we eat
Niggaz, don′t even bother cause that′s when we meet
In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats
There′s never been a rapper this credible as Joe
Dropped "The Incredible," I′m better with the flow
And e′rybody′s askin where did he go
Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it′s Cook Coke

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!
BX borough niggaz, yeah...
Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner
Peace to the money man, Macho
Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge
Ha ha, Kato rest in peace
Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA!
My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy
Hahahaha
All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there
Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon
Mexico, yeah..
{"where did he go"} it′s Crack!
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Timbaland]
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!

[Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
Get up, get get, get down
You ain′t come to party muh′fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She′s bad, she′s bad, she′s bad I know she′s bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

[Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
Guess who′s back?
Yeah, guess who′s back?

[Fat Joe]
They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers
Then I had to circle back with some mo′ choppers
Mo′ guns, mo′ nines, whole lotta, money
Mo′ Biggie sing it with me, "Mo′ Problems"
Uhh, it′s the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I′m hot
You don′t need to remind us, ladies!
"Your royal penis is clean, your highness"
Uhh, I can′t do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight
... Timbo and Coke
And we ′bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I′m RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
You about to witness, greatness at it′s prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go ′head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?)
Homey please don′t hate us
She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN!
I′m out in L.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from and they cut (ao wwww)
V.A. is you wit me now
Couple bricks of that yay and it′s Philly bound, feel me now
I′d rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin ′em
The iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack

[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
She′s bad like MJ′s sister
I ain′t gotta talk fast, give a day and I′ll twist her
Ain′t gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that look worse than...
As long as they head right and ass fat
I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack
′Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think collateral
Ain′t no tellin what this clip and the Mac′ll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don′t fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell ′em what to do

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Chorus: singer repeats 2X]
I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Yeah, uhh, it′s Cook
The voice is so floetry, it′s so magnetic
Hahahaha, ao wwwwwww, Al. B Sure attracts the ladies
Seriously, uh, yo - ao wwwwww

[Fat Joe]
I don′t usually do this, but I
had to push upon you, excuse if I stutter
D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better
I′m pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather
Got a girl, you got a man, this′ll be our secret
He plays for the Heat, well that′s so convenient
I′m at the games all the time
While your man runs games, it′s a shame how he lies
I can lend a little more than a earful
I know ma, you′re more than a Dior and a hairdo
Yes, furthermore let me prepare you
Now get it on the floor ma, don′t mean to scare you
But I′ma, punish that, then run it back
′Til the sun come up, you screamin let us Crack
Now how you do that, that thing when you do that
Ma if I could sing, I would whisper to you that

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
Oh yeah? C′mere pretty girl let me talk to you
Oh what? You just got off the phone with who?
With Crack? C′mete pretty girl let me talk to you real fast
Daaaamn!

[uncredited rapper]
Damnit baby, let me talk to ya
Fly, put your cell back in your purse, let me tell you why
A nigga like me gotta be in your life
Damn this evening is nice, let me share some advice wit′chall
Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm
You′re lookin like you need a reason to smile
You′re lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right
Has anyone ever told you you look like Karen White
Sprinkled with some Beyonce, a little bit of Janet Jackson
way before them actions, girl quit actin, like you ain′t feelin me
When you feelin me damn baby please get up off your kneeeeeeeez-ah
Wooooo! Yeah

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[rapper over singer]
Say what? Uh-huh, c′mon, yeah, let′s, now let′s go

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh - ao wwwwww
Yeah, yo, uhh
What′chu know about your main man Flow Joe
Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo
And the way I move is oh-so-fly
Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst
Ha ha, watch yourself
Yeah I know them doors swing open awkward
Man I don′t know why they made ′em like that but
Sip some Petron, slip off your clothes
Girl let′s get it on, ma turn off your phone
Cause we don′t need no interruptions
Hop on your good foot, let′s get into somethin
Ao wwwwwww - and don′t it feel so right
Got a T you can wear for the rest of the night

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[Fat Joe over singer]
Yup! Yup! Yup! Uh-huh, haha
Got me feelin like Teddy, now let′s go

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[1st Verse]
Nigga every time you see man
You know you want to be me
Ain′t you can′t deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly
Went from Sergio to Kenny
To moving them Lamborghini′s
Got you sick to your stomach
Now you ask yourself why
Nigga, Crack was the first
You seem em in red monkeys
And I bet you didn′t k now that they came in my size
Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial
And you know that G five′s the only way that we fly
Now I′m feeling like Pharrell and Snoop
The world beautiful
Brazilian, Columbian chicks
You know the usual
Them niggaz over there please send them some bottles
Cause they lookin′ like some haters
I don′t really need the problems
Cause these niggaz here
We love to give ketchup
We bloody up the whole damn room
If you let us
And I ain′t tryin′ to steal
I′m just tryin′ to chill
And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill
Nigga

[Chorus]
Jealousy
Nigga, You′s a grown man
Why you get so jealous
Why you take the stand

Jealousy
Why you mad at my bitch
Cause she wear fly shit
And she push nice whips

Jealousy
I don′t owe you man
I don′t know you man
I never sold you man

Jealousy
Jealousy
Jealousy

[2nd Verse]
All these niggaz jealous
Please don′t be mad
Don′t talk to them boys
Bring up my past
Don′t tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass
And that ten mill terror squad
Start up cash
I′m a law abiding citizen
I barely smoke blunts, now
We into real estate
We fuckin with Donald Trump now
When you know who
Told them boys what
I been rappin for years all of a sudden I′m hot
Cause the only time you see me is probably when I′m on TV
Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht
Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy
Only Nigga from the Bronx
Though Miami′s my block
Now you got us fucked up
Nigga we don′t rat
We don′t talk to them boy′s
All we do it clap
All we do is spill Crys
Got that on tap
Look at all the shit I accomplished
Not bad for Crack

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
I′m feeling like Christ at the tabernacle
Stones are thrown at me
Record labels is hiding
Nigga′s disowning Joey
And still I throw rocks at tanks
The poor peoples champ
Go against locks with shanks
Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards
Stick up kid salute the hard body god
My jail niggaz they love this shit
Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin′ this shit
And my niggaz on the table
Yeah they listen to this
Little Coca
Little soda
Yeah they whipping up shit
And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me
If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury
They hit you wit that Rico
I′m not meaning PR
I′m talking full scale riots
Whole lot of triage
And I know you not scared but please be cautious
Cause these jealous ass niggaz could be walking amongst us

[Chorus]

To my jail niggaz
To your street memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record we love you
We miss you

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

(Shots being fired)

Yeah, that′ll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me

[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he′s the fakest that you′ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I′m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I′m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It′s gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he′s still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don′t make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they′re not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They′re the boys in blue, and I′m just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

[Chorus]

Now let′s take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn′t even do shit
That′s a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game′s on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You′ve seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don′t believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen ′em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That′s right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain′t right

[Chorus]

I know what y′all thinkin man
Y′all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin′ Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can′t get touched man
I′m gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain′t gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain′t talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That′s it man
This is crack bitch

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap
We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just clap and revolve
You don′t wanna start no drama
You, You, You don′t wanna stop no drama

Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it
Ten million written all over that

We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
You don′t wanna start no drama
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve

[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K′s check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personal
This Coca baby
I′m an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin′
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You′s a clapper, you′s a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don′t nobody want it with the Big homey

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Layed his ass flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines
Yeah, I smell pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That′s how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it
I′m a rider, I′m a sider - I′n a money maker
I decided you′s a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets
Middle the PJ′s make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
I got a thing for my little buddy
That black Mac do his thing
Leave a Nigga ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em
We′ll open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I′m a rat killer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don′t rap infact I′m just that Nigga
Yeah it′s crack Nigga
A lot of bitches like to talk
Make em bite they tongue
Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one
I′m in the streets muh′fucker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber
I′ll leave you comatose
We don′t dance in your face, you muh′fuckers choke

@ Fat Joe