featuring Armaggedon Big Punisher Keith Nut



[Fat Joe]

Yeah!!

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx

Home of corrupt cops

Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back

even if they don't fake jax

Fat Joe bringin forth the illest motherfuckers

in this whole rap game

Hey yo Armageddon let these motherfuckers know



[Armageddon]

You look I look you invite it I took

I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook

What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?

It's life and death, choose live or die

Ultimates who made em why do we even exist?

When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness?

For any touch there's a feeling

Touch and y'all felt

We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt

There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)

over one man's stare, you want to dare, yo Crack

Eject the Czech from the glove compartment

Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson

It's dangerous business

Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites

So put your face in mine, best brace your spine

Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine

My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind

When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries

When my fists connect, they causin major injuries

What you know Junior? You not evil



[Fat Joe]

Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines

Hey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme



[Big Punisher]

Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'

My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid

I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? L

My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away

Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away

Me and my brothers play hardball

Strictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed

so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid

The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids

I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls

Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers

Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt

to finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts



[Fat Joe]

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines

Hey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme



[Keith Nut]

Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit

Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents

Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order

Got kicked out my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter

Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.

You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek

So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets

like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks

Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids

Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages

You lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keep

the toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast

So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play

If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.



[Fat Joe]

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew

Straight out the South Bronx

The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx

Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon the Reddin

My nigga Big Dog Punisher

Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp

All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah

Watch your motherfuckin back

Blow out the back of your domepiece

D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..

Writer : CARTAGENA, JOSEPH / ROBERTS, WILLIAM / KHALED, KHALED / LYON, ANDRE / VALENZANO, MARCELLO / STYLES, DAVID / THIAM, ALIAUNE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing