[Intro: Fat Joe]
I am the realest rapper
Not gonna lie, I am, by far, the realest rapper
I really did it
If you go to my roots, I really did it
Not showing them a jumbo
Like I really... when Chris Lighty signed me
I had Benzes and Beamers and trucks and everything
Like, I left the game...

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I body this beat, I'm a track killer
You gon have to sue me, Mack Miller
Ever since 16 I'm a crack dealer
Spit 16, straight crack ask Mac Miller
Ask Bumpy if I knuckle up
Lil' haze, Lil' Dro, double dutch
Ray Allen couldn't shoot a n***a
Bitch ask for the ball like a tutor giver
She got my kids in her mouth, she a baby sitter
N***a hit then I'm out (then I'm out)
My n***a locked up, bail him out
N***a, stop asking bout Flow Joe
New whip, new chain, same logo
Turn a deuce-deuce to a 44
It’s a no-go if it ain't rose gold
And the rose gold's parked out in SoHo
[Hook: Fat Joe]
I got crack for sale
N***as wanna crack me down
They smile in my face but those n***as really wanna see Crack in jail
I got crack

[Soundbite: Chi-Ali & interviewer]
Listen, I know you coming back to the game
Absolutely
And I know you coming, like, ferociously
Absolutely, we got some, we got some joints, a lot of joints done already
Joints with Fat Joe, Maino, 9th Wonder, we working
We working with a lot of big names

[Verse 2: Chi-Ali]
Now n***as, talk about me but please don't touch
Cuz I ain't got no safety, homie, I might bust
And when I bust, my hot rocks gon' hit you
And if they miss you, then my dawgs will sic you
And we ain't had no shots, so we got rabies
And if you put up your dukes, you'll be pushing up daisies
I'm lazy from all that piff that I blow
And I get it for cheap from this bitch that I know
On the east side, I get on top then she rides
When I bus' off I dust off and be slide
Gotta go, I'll be back yo
I meet the bitches and exing them out like tic-tac-toe
Get that that dough, is what I live by
And I'mma get that dough until I dizz-ie
[Talking: Chi-Ali & Freddie Foxxx]
Yo Freddie Foxxx, what's good my G?!
I've always been the guest MC that body er'body's records
Cuz i've been underground doing this like that for a while

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]
Bumpy Knuckles spiritual spit channeling puns
So I can make this an even deeper brotherly bond
What level he murder his flow
Bubbly party and hoes
Double he hard as he goes
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My killers in the 45 roll through and make the vibe airy
The whole outside line leery
Cuz the Bump is here
It's bout to be some funk in here
Real n***as in the room
Rule 1: no search, two guns, and two shooters on the wings
The last thing you wanna do around me is brag about selling em' things
Tempting, raw from the underground pipeline
Write rhymes, that, talk about stopping n***as' lifelines
45 slugs through your iPhone, iCrimes, apps everywhere
Cos Papa don't clap in the air