作词 : Cartagena, Padilla, Santiago Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the TapenzeMatchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin' Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in On the way to home base First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place We rush *******t, untouchable Don *******t, that's nothin' new Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different StrokesI'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game Decision, grow ******* I don't want no cure for this You switch, I pour the CrisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce While I count my chips Yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked For what seemed like a million years, yeah This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I goThat's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack Joey Crack, the mack without the hat And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my CadillacI bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, ***** we laid and lost T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss Break your ***** like Bahondo, call me Don JoeCoke slash sweaty rock, *****s drop a dime dough Booked the nine o'clock, flight to AlandoSo-called killers turned snitches like RivonoThat ***** Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly Every time I see his wife and kids the *******t tempts me My heart is empty Never feelin' remorse I got a sniper one killed in the cross Ready to kill your boss Yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too Mad fly too, a thug too Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos Keep the *******t tight just like, Jose Canseco's Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"' Cuz thug *****s don't dance yo I told *****s, that you did it for show But *****s thought you was ill yo Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's My *****s rollin' those, fontos and hydros You know how that goes, DE's light it up though We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Ha ha, mad rappers Stain off, range off, watch out Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah
作词 : Cartagena, Padilla, Santiago Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the TapenzeMatchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin' Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in On the way to home base First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place We rush *******t, untouchable Don *******t, that's nothin' new Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different StrokesI'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game Decision, grow ******* I don't want no cure for this You switch, I pour the CrisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce While I count my chips Yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked For what seemed like a million years, yeah This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I goThat's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack Joey Crack, the mack without the hat And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my CadillacI bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, ***** we laid and lost T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss Break your ***** like Bahondo, call me Don JoeCoke slash sweaty rock, *****s drop a dime dough Booked the nine o'clock, flight to AlandoSo-called killers turned snitches like RivonoThat ***** Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly Every time I see his wife and kids the *******t tempts me My heart is empty Never feelin' remorse I got a sniper one killed in the cross Ready to kill your boss Yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too Mad fly too, a thug too Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos Keep the *******t tight just like, Jose Canseco's Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"' Cuz thug *****s don't dance yo I told *****s, that you did it for show But *****s thought you was ill yo Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's My *****s rollin' those, fontos and hydros You know how that goes, DE's light it up though We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company Crab slackers, *****s actin' like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain Throw the Range off, police-iano Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now The funds follow us, what, these *******es swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Ha ha, mad rappers Stain off, range off, watch out Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah
