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(fat joe speaking)
Yea yea, what
Uh, terror squad
Uh, from the streets to the jail cell
I mean, my *** is facin death penalties and all that
Charlie rock el d
Yea yea, this go out to you my ***
Yo, yo
Verse 1:
Aint no solution for this
Since day one I been true to this ***
Often *** try to shoot but they miss
I been provin to hit so you know it's really real
I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil
Self made millionaire status
We all gettin money but it's funny how mine makes *** maddest
Come at us if you ready for war
Whoever you are
Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor
Better than ya'll
*** need to face the facts
Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats
Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track
Laced in black - bettin on a horse called amazin jack
Joey crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz
Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas
*** need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn
Chorus: I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
Dont want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems *** say my name
Bring it on, come on
I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
Dont want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems *** say my name
Bring it on, come on
Verse 2:
I puts it down with pun
Now all I do is lounge in the sun
Look what I done from the slums - to sportin 5 thousand and ones
See the ice glitter - I only walk with them nice ***
Sheist *** that quit it for doin life ***
You had a judge - we came through in the clutch
Fifty fifth- ain't no what to do when I came through wit'cha
The don polly - you could find me as fresh as denali
In times probably even marching at a shaufton (? ) rally
I often carry thats the price of fame
Got precise the fame snipe u with the rifle and unlight your brain
It ain't a game - it's real *** with real guns
That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions
Before the children thats confusin life
The voodoo type that'll pull out the uz (***) and make you lose your life
The news is tight - I got em hangin by the neck
Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin with ts (what, what the f**k!)