[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe] Lord forgive me temptation to kill But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real Motherfucker die - don't look in my eye Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya
[Fat Joe] Yup! Death ain't sweet man But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a problem I'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem Choose one, the AK or revolver I'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet Yeah, this nigga don't care Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus You don't want no problems, problems Fuckin with these frauders {?} I had the ambulance racin the street Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker
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[Fat Joe] Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own Well at least that's the one I'm claimin You know a muh'fucker that's realer then name him Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings Got other mob bosses kissin my ring Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me Until then it's just...
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[Fat Joe] Yo - wake up in a cold sweat 5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring It's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?" I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour ago I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?" Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callin He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up You know that nigga Pablo from... Ave Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad" Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha
DAMN! Wake up ma I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch! {click-click, BLAM}
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