red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing stop me See I'm tired of this poor shit and who the cops? Well, they can suck my motherfuckin' dick 'Cause
nigga, tell the devil I sent ya [Fat Joe] Yup! Death ain't sweet man But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease Some niggaz get cremated, others
a prick While ur bitch is chokin With her mouth on my dick Now u can lean back motherfucker But I aint fat joe Its dre on the hook and Im killin u hoe
appealing, I'm ready and willing Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up You will find every desire when the X man touch She said she like them rough and
you grew up and went to school with A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit 'Cause misery loves company and company loves misery And
out of pussy, no question Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me *mr. len scratches again
[Joe Budden] Ok, haha (let's do it) Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off) Let's do it like, we gon' do it like Rock, rip it AIYOO!! AIYOO! (yeah) AIYOO
the mic and say the word FUCK more times then Dolomite I'm that nigga that got the last words you got served Smokin fat herbs and gunnin niggas down
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
appealing, I'm ready and willing Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up You will find every desire when the x man touch She said she like them rough and
(feat. LL Cool J, Queen Dutchess) [Joe Budden] Ok, haha (let's do it) Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off) Let's do it like, we gon' do it like Rock
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
Like, words spoken wrong will never help you reach excellence Stop bitin like you got a speech impediment When will you learn? Whack lyrics and a hot
the town, and layin it down like whoa! [Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin] [Prospect] Always see him in the club, frontin wit the ice grill.... [Fat Joe