[Hook x4]
I'm on my way

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
N***as call me the coldest dude that ever done it
I'm like "yeah, homie, oh, that's cool" but n***a run it
I got sons 45 years old that's gonna pay me
Cause all my n***as drive and know we provide safety
And we kill all rats, you heard that
Motherfuckers know we [?] cause we kill all rats
I spit songs when I get on the mic cause I breathe on
N***as, give em a chill, leave em dead on sight
Non-n***as, you ain't gangsta, you Knockaround Guys
Show a little hard, now you knockin on [?]
Cmon, lil n***as, knock it off with the lies
And all the Bronx tells you ain't nevеr do a sale
I tried to put you on how to make you a Crip
But y'all wanna bе bigheaded...
And Joe keeps cakin now, wait, disappear
And my aim is impeccable, the killa never miss
What?

[Hook x4]

[Fat Joe over hook]
Yeah, n***a, ain't a thing changes
Fat Gangsta, n***a
Bitch, ya face get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do, n***a, ain't nothin changed
This is what we do
[Verse 2: Party Arty]
Dog, ya album is wack and ya singles
I ain't Puff, I don't dance to jingles
I pop the top like a can of Pringles
You don't really want the God to lose it
Cause I'm a n***a with the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart, when I spark the Rugers
I can't lose like Parker Lewis
[?] wankas, you was in diapers
I was in cyphers, rhymin with lifers
You was at home, tryna get tighter
Rhymin off-beat, I was poppin off heat, yeah
You reppin yo crew, steppin to who?
I don't eat pussy, but I'll make an exception for you
Pussy, n***as know what the weapon'll do
You ain't nice cause you the best in yo crew
Don't gasp, I told Gadsen, you'll be in [?]
Like Eminem fuckin with black chicks, it won't happen
Dude, you not a boss, I pop brews
I don't got a cause, I drop jewels like [...]
I got [?tombs?] like construction workers
And I wanna see ya boss, I don't fuck with workers, dog

[Hook x4]