, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
appealing, I'm ready and willing Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up You will find every desire when the x man touch She said she like them rough and
(feat. LL Cool J, Queen Dutchess) [Joe Budden] Ok, haha (let's do it) Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off) Let's do it like, we gon' do it like Rock
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment When will you learn? Whack lyrics and a hot
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
the town, and layin it down like whoa! [Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin] [Prospect] Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill.... [Fat Joe
nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back! [Fat Joe] I'm from my days and
loot, papi I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me See, I'm tired of this poor shit And who the cops? Well they can suck my
A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit Cause misery love company and company loves misery And money causes jealosy and envy [Hook] [
Fat Joe & Ja Rule) [The Game:] Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa That nigga that busts gaps quicker, and
red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
lines when you hear me talk Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all [Fat Joe:] I'm a nigga 'til I die, and I ain't even try See the murder in my eye,
cookie out of pussy no question Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me [scratches] It's