[Fat Joe]
Lower the music, keep the mic up
Turn the mic up
Yeah uhh, Coca
Okay, okay okay
E Philly I see you n***a
Yeah, yeah

This is on my boy Georges, Tricky's is sellin boulevard
(Tricky boo) My n***as with buck fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain't afraid to kill a broad
You witness the realest n***a to spit this hard
Yeah~! Look at my clothes
Look at these diamonds, look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those (AOWW!)
Yeah, who's harder than Crack?
Have the awe to play martyr then I father you back
Bein burst you didn't earth you make you part of the mack
Then I ask the whole block who got a problem with that
You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks)
You fuckin with n***as that live the lyrics
Cold blooded, when it's drama ain't tryin to hear it (nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit

[Hook: Fat Joe]
'Til my last breath, I'mma rap 'til the death
Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps
Great with the knives, much better with the Tecs
Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay
[Fat Joe]
Yo, 300 brolic yeah I'm sendin them n***as
Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine n***a
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up
And my arms like a gift the way the shit racked up
My ambition to get it - the Bronx still burnin
And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon
I'm swervin, observin, fake n***as I'm learnin
Him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and
I'm servin, any n***a that want it
I'm not a role model; how could I be? I'm blunted
Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites
Dominican bitch, you can find me in the Heights
Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes
Real shit, that's the story of my life
Look at me wrong? I thought gettin money was right

[Hook]

[Fat Joe]
Okay, hahaha
We live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off you get too close n***a
Yeah, ain't nobody seein the Squad
The hardest n***as
Realest n***as in this whole shit man
I don't wanna hear about you n***as did time
Them n***as who's hard - you faggots~!
I'm talkin to every rapper
Nobody lived my life n***a
It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don
Want the crown? Come get it n***a
BX WHATTUP!!!