[Intro]
Aiyyo Crack, these n***as is playin' mad childish games
N***as act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
N***as replacin' the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta wanksta-ass n***as
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough
Get at these n***as straight music!

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n***as schemin' on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
N***as talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, n***as wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n***as let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin' they resent me
That's the shit that get me aggrevated
It be the same n***as in ya face talkin' bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n***as.. Jers' State n***as..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n***as
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n***as blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
[Hook]
(J) These jealous n***as is worse than bitches!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit!
(E) You envious n***as can suck my dick!

[Outro]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin' the kid
(O) Yeah n***a, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n***as over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV
On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin' slice it
Bastards, POOF!!

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