issues First off I am not for Britney Spears initials That's no BS at your request Lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS Yeah it's young funeral Hard
through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (?) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come comin down the 'vard actin hard, not
! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
s over, your life, it'll scare ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But step daddy
still fear 'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle L, you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill
is ballin' Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard 'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters Not
not I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the glock Let these niggaz learn the hard way The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob [Fat
is it? [Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe
homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You
he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask
like you should But this is what it's like in the hood (repeat) [Joe as Sally] My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms
don't play Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby Check what you never thought, Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva
[Boots] I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha Whose
(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe & Freeway) But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking
I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over