At Last Supremacy
Fat Joe feat. Busta Rhymes
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The definition of pain, you don't feel me
Niggas want me to die, trying to kill me
Go ahead cock it and squeeze, let your nine burst
Be careful what you wish for, you could die first
Battle scars is medals, every wound fresh
Always take it in blood, 'til the last breath
Playing fair on you niggas, 'til you put me under
Or when God pull my number
Damn it all happened so subtle
Woke up in a puddle, niggas thinking Joe's in trouble
The streets debating, I gotta rise to my rebuttal
Like a Haitian's hand rising out the rubble, could it be?
Listening I heard 'em say, whispering with words of hate
That nigga Joe is history, wishing on my early grave
Critics writing, dissing me, it's only right I turn the page
The streets is missing me, they love me in my early days
Damn, has it really been this long
Since I last spit the facts with the gas mask on?
I'm a sewer with the Ruger, 'bout to get my blast on
Yeah I'm violent, but this the shit y'all want me back on
My heart's pounding, dazed trying to fathom my surroundings
My vision's blurry, my niggas worried and they wilding
My eyes open, the crowd scurries, niggas shouting
As I rise throwing bolos, they gon' know that Joe's about it
I had to represent because them jealous ones envy
Bossed up and came Don, Cartagena don't tempt me
Jose'll make you jump with the pump, they call me crazy
But where was all the loyalty at? Niggas betrayed me
It's all or nothing, just load the clips up and ride
Can't tell a nigga nothing, it's just me, myself and I
Who? Joey Crack, the elephant in the room
There's some niggas at your door, they brought Jose too
These are tales from the dark side, looking for redemption
Incinerating trash bags, throwing out your infants
My lifestyle's gangster, we run this shit
This shit is real, only a Don can make it rain like this
I lean back with the MAC on my lap, we at the crackhouse
Sipping Firewater with 'gnac, ready to black out
It's safe to say that my resume is sick
Diddy-bopping through the storm without even a drip, nigga
I'm from a rare breed of fighters
Homie I'm a mix of Jaguar, Paul Killies and Leonidas
So when sales are low, backs against the wall
I attack with a MAC and blast your billboard
This the biggest comeback in rap and that's for y'all
Haters that been saying that Crack don't spit raw
So when the rain starts to pour, and your back smacks the floor
Get the fuck up and go for yours, nigga