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[Fat Joe] <br />Uh-oh, uh-oh.. <br />Let's get it over with. <br />Yo sound boy turn the levels up <br />Let's get it over with, UH! <br />Terror Squad up in this motherfucker <br />Where my real niggaz at? <br />My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz <br />I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha! <br />It's time to take it to these niggaz right here <br />Yeah.. yo.. yo.. <br /> <br />Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out <br />Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out <br />Ready to mash out any crew actin like <br />they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights <br />Despite, we hold it down regardless <br />I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist" <br />For starters, who's the largest cat? <br />Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap <br />Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot <br />Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot <br />Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout <br />See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out <br />Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya <br />Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma <br />Headed to the bar to pop some bottles <br />Now we in the car headed home to rock some models <br />All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada <br />But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada <br />We the best that done it, confess you fronted <br />Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it? <br /> <br />[Hook - Fat Joe] <br />Aiyyo the gangsta's back <br />Stop it right where you at <br />Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap <br />Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that <br />Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back! <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven <br />I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections <br />Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked <br />Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box <br />A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel <br />It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals <br />Joe the God, the flow is hard <br />Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark <br />I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure <br />Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather <br />You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix <br />Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch <br />I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated <br />I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it? <br />Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated <br />I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it <br /> <br />[Hook - Fat Joe] <br /> <br />[Hook 2 - Armageddon] <br />Aiyyo the kid is back <br />Leave it right where you at <br />Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap <br />Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back <br />I'm feelin tight and I'm hot <br />Ready to pop the crack right through your back <br /> <br />[Armageddon] <br />That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin <br />I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin <br />Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin <br />Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies... <br />Now I know you can feel the heat I generate <br />Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake <br />We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots <br />in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box <br />Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps <br />Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back <br />And murk after that, blurtin curse words <br />Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first <br />I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up <br />Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior <br />Every verse that I spit's a personal riff <br />I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit <br />Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks <br />I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip <br />Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt <br />Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up <br />Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple <br />Death to rappin, I don't wanna battle <br />I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth <br />Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof
New song lyrics
[Fat Joe] <br />Uh-oh, uh-oh.. <br />Let's get it over with. <br />Yo sound boy turn the levels up <br />Let's get it over with, UH! <br />Terror Squad up in this motherfucker <br />Where my real niggaz at? <br />My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz <br />I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha! <br />It's time to take it to these niggaz right here <br />Yeah.. yo.. yo.. <br /> <br />Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out <br />Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out <br />Ready to mash out any crew actin like <br />they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights <br />Despite, we hold it down regardless <br />I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist" <br />For starters, who's the largest cat? <br />Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap <br />Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot <br />Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot <br />Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout <br />See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out <br />Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya <br />Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma <br />Headed to the bar to pop some bottles <br />Now we in the car headed home to rock some models <br />All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada <br />But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada <br />We the best that done it, confess you fronted <br />Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it? <br /> <br />[Hook - Fat Joe] <br />Aiyyo the gangsta's back <br />Stop it right where you at <br />Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap <br />Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that <br />Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back! <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven <br />I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections <br />Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked <br />Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box <br />A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel <br />It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals <br />Joe the God, the flow is hard <br />Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark <br />I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure <br />Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather <br />You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix <br />Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch <br />I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated <br />I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it? <br />Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated <br />I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it <br /> <br />[Hook - Fat Joe] <br /> <br />[Hook 2 - Armageddon] <br />Aiyyo the kid is back <br />Leave it right where you at <br />Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap <br />Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back <br />I'm feelin tight and I'm hot <br />Ready to pop the crack right through your back <br /> <br />[Armageddon] <br />That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin <br />I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin <br />Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin <br />Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies... <br />Now I know you can feel the heat I generate <br />Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake <br />We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots <br />in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box <br />Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps <br />Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back <br />And murk after that, blurtin curse words <br />Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first <br />I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up <br />Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior <br />Every verse that I spit's a personal riff <br />I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit <br />Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks <br />I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip <br />Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt <br />Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up <br />Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple <br />Death to rappin, I don't wanna battle <br />I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth <br />Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof
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