[talking]
Aiyyo Crack, these n***** is playin mad childish games
n***** act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
n***** replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta w***sta-a** n*****
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
f*** tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these n***** straight music!
[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n***** schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
n***** talk too much s***, 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***** wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the s*** I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n***** let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the s*** that get me aggrevated
It be the same n***** in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n*****.. Jers' State n*****..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n*****
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push s**, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n***** blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s
[Hook]
(J) These jealous n***** is worse than b******!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin s***, still ain't s***!
(E) You envious n***** can suck my d***!
[talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah n****, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n***** 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***** slice it
b******s, POOF!!
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..
Aiyyo Crack, these n***** is playin mad childish games
n***** act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
n***** replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta w***sta-a** n*****
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
f*** tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these n***** straight music!
[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n***** schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
n***** talk too much s***, 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***** wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the s*** I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n***** let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the s*** that get me aggrevated
It be the same n***** in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n*****.. Jers' State n*****..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n*****
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push s**, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n***** blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s
[Hook]
(J) These jealous n***** is worse than b******!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin s***, still ain't s***!
(E) You envious n***** can suck my d***!
[talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah n****, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n***** 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***** slice it
b******s, POOF!!
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..