featuring Big L Fat Joe
[Big L]
I drive up and down Harlem blocks
Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
but I'm soberm they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo you're mad becouse your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride
You're just mad couse I'm a young cat
Pockets dumb fat, talkin bout where the gun at
I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin legit
I love to see cars come cruisin bye and playin my shit
I walk around with six thou without the pistol
My whole click's wild I'm rich Pah
No more sticks I'm makin hits now
I drink Cristal I'm through breaking laws
I don't sell coke anymore I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down Jake do whatever it takes
Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
Chorus: Big L
Why do I end up in so much shit
I don't came way too far to be calling it
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit
They can't stand to see a young brotha pockets get thick
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo enough is enough federals try to set me up
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust
Plus they want a nigga
But they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know
I left the streets alone, and almost killed his mama
So I'ma keep doin what I'm doin
Pursuin my dream til there enough cream to start my own union
And show these kids how legit it is
