Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don, uh Yeah yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's luv? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be
said it all in, "He's Not Real" But you beggin' me to kill, must want ya brain spilled I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still Shit's still real
the back of O.J.'s (J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches (S) Still talkin' shit, still
Let's go Got another hit, of fresh air! Ooh, got another hit! Platinum chains, down to my dick I'm so sick, I'm like flames, light up ya bitch Get it
to screw me Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now With the Taj, stay frontin' with top down See me in that new thing with my fiancee Ass so fat
! Shout to my homies out west hoo-bangers! Mack Deezy for Sheezy All my niggas in the Bronx Holdin' them corners down Ya heard? Get it right! Joe cracks
(You heard?) Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression My son Joey still
Yeah, definition of a don It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you Who's that nigga, you heard the kid Fly was on the casket of all those
it? Aiyyo the gangsta's back Stop it right where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe
with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe
{Like foreskin on the album, you would've play, play that beat You know he is not real And like, he is alright, but he is not real Just stayin' in the
Rico Love) [Intro: Rico Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Crills Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Hook: Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]
Fat Joe] Swizz Beatz! Sing to me baby, uhh Loretta I see you baby, yeah Uh-huh, DFL Stew, I see you too nigga Yeah [Fat Joe:] Sit back, relax, Joe Crack
[feat. Benisour] Hey yo Shyke, we don't give a fuck about that recession [Chorus:] Bitch I'm on the grind movin' 'em cupcakes (cupcakes) Man bust open
Intro: Fat Joe] Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe
witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil) You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo
? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!) (Terror Squad... First Family...) OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) [Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah
