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Fat Joe Big Pun
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Uh, lot of money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world son
Yeah
Uh, yeah
They call me Joey Crack, my name will never be forgotten
Living in the NY, city that's rotten
Niggas on the block still scheming and plotting
Wondering if my squad gon' stop bubbling
But we not cause we all still shining
You average, we floss four carat diamonds
Laying up in the plushest suite
With a thugging street, she love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the street with the same principles
Every day gotta get this cash, know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack one in a mill
Retired from drug deals but still keep the weapons concealed
Build with the gods, today's mad fast cars
Who got what and got shot coming out the bar
My repertoire is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me, honestly you can't fuck with me
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like a third world
Want us to fail cause you want our dick
But as long as every song is ripped, you can't tell me shit
We been doing this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talked and the heat went off
Was the last resort that brought us back into the street
I live the plush life, nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bump in the Heights in the GS with the bug lights
Just the life that a player portrays
Looking laced in my FJ five six days
There's many ways that we gon' get it
Look how many years we gon' did it
Cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted and dreamed of
Create a mean buzz, split cream and show my team love
You see us on your BET
Rocking ice, blue suits, partner jewelry
It's the same fat kid from the ad for Trinity
Been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this, consecutive hits
You on some jealous ones, every shit competitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out, no doubt
Take Amir, Jeff to Cali, there's a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare counts, pull your stash out
The ultra violence from my ice'll make you pass out
My niggas go blackout, shoot up your skate key
You love to hate me
Pushing the dope ass car doing a hundred eighty
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like a third world
Want us to fail cause you want our dick
But as long as every song is ripped, you can't tell me shit
We been doing this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talked and the heat went off
Was the last resort that brought us back into the street
Yeah
Gon' ride for you
Yeah
Gon' ride for you
Gon' ride for you
Yeah
We gon' ride for you
We gon' ride for you
Yeah
We gon' ride for you
Motherfuckers gon' ride for you
Yeah
Everybody in the struggle
Hold your head baby
Uh
Yeah
Charlie Rock LD
Big Syer
Big Frank, Big O
We gon' ride for you
Best believe I'ma ride for you
Yeah
I'm gon' ride for you
Best believe we gon' ride for you
Terror Squad
9-8
New Millennium
Joey Crack
Realness
One
One one one one one
Tony Montana
Yeah
What
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