(fat joe speaking) Yea yea, what Uh, terror squad Uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that Charlie rock el d Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga...
Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking glock The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots Biggity bang biggity bang, hit the motherfucking deck I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get...
You come on eagle's wings To sing of half-remembered things Beyond the cradle or the grave You whispered gentle truth And I deserve no further proof Of the friendship we have made And your voice is...
Don't write cheques that you can't cash You've been telling lies and you're gonna crash and burn The music's loud try to forget, the things you did, the things you said Try to lose myself into the...
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey You've got a problem, You've got a problem with me I don't want to hear about you slagging me After all I gave you everything Everything ain't good enough CHORUS Try as...
I tried to talk to you Can't get past the weather The friend I thought I knew found somethin', somewhere better So I'm hanging on your line Thought we could speak together Tell me what it is with you,...
...and I want him to grow up casual, like his dad (?) You've got some men (???) the ladies But then...I'm not for that, right, I'm for the ladies So I'll go there and defend the title Cool it down,...
[Approximately] Alright sir, here we go, what are we going to give [???] On twenty-five gonna give me thirty dollars thirty make it thirty bid on thirty-five and now forty make it forty now forty-five...