featuring Big Punisher Fat Joe



[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)

Yeah Terror Squad motherfucker!

(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.

I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.

(Nope.) East coast west coast. (It's all the same.)

Joey Crack Big Pun Mack 10.

(Speak on it Joe.)

Haha niggas what!



[Fat Joe]

At times I feel like blastin myself endin it all

Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall

Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw

Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe

Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate

Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get

My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes

Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin

But it appears your empire's fallen

Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one

The same cats you get ?terroria? from

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same

Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame

It's still insane, since the flow track

Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black



[Hook:] X 2

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play

y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby



[Big Punisher]

Check what you never thought

Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York

Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk

We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots

Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose

Fuck is you talkin like you crazy

Barkin like you eighty

Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby

Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa

Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy

So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody

That's how it is in the stone jungle

If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid

Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in

Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay

You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today



[Hook] X 2



[Mack 10]

I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya

And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try

Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest

Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack

Real niggas push big weight and big sacks

y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this

I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix

Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36

I hope you can count nigga, better be precise

If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx

We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks

Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen

TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin



[Hook] X 2

Writer : GREEN, TREYVON THOMAS / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH / RIOS, CHRISTOPHER / ROLISON, DEDRICK
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.