featuring Fat Joe Lord Finesse Big L A.G.
[Fat Joe]
Welcome to the world of Joe flooded with thugs and hoes
Real niggas drug dealers with villas in the show
??? parked in twenty car garages
Living the largest with ??? garbage
Shit I get down for mine
Terror Squad run things in any town you can find
New York New York big city of dreams
Where there's nothing but for car bitches and ???
Say for cash fat pieces of hash
Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up
The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes
On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won't sign
Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and glocks
Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot
Shot, in the middle of the street
Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep
[Lord Finesse]
While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames
The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans
You know our names, we don't play jokes
You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks
You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling
Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden
Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare
Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't nothing sweet here
Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping
Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds
No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper
Need a chick I can hang with, fuck you broads that wear glass slippers
Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me?
Finesse is among the stars like astrology
Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles
On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal
[Fat Joe]
Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of t
