Terror Era

Aiyyo Joe man whats good man

Aiyyo I hear *******z poppin *******t

They runnin off to the

Jakes man

They talkin like you ain't hood *******

What's really gangsta *******

What up what's poppin man

Aiyyo ******* these *******z man

Let these *******z do 88 [Fat Joe] (yeah uh what uh yo yo)

Migga tryin to change the

Ragine, I won't have that

Step in the club in

Manhat at

And it feel like sat down,

Jose the flow is *******

*******z even got the nerve tryin to clone the name

It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows

*******t nowadays got *******z callin me cooked coke

I rise to the to the top and

I lay it down quite flat

You can battle me up and get your money right back

Crack *******z clap *******z wit the fo' kid

The newspaper *******t

Known for crackin *******z jaws

And I don't go to court,

I talk wit the hawk

Have a forensics specialist outline your corks

About time we fought man

I'm tired of this rumor *******t, ya whole life's a lie

Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it

You only pretend

Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims

******* what [guy talking]

Yeah yeah thats whats up my *******

I see these *******z ain't ****** wit you though

But what's up wit these *******z though man these *******z is ridin around in ****** benzes and *******t

Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts

Yea man show these *******z what your 1's like man

What's up [Fat Joe]

I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week

Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me

*******t never claim to be the richest but the truth is

Livest ******* you've ever seen in show biz

And you know this, notice the dime is poppin

Hold the masterpiece watch the

Don be coppin

I'm like Gunny from

Dead Pres'

Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread

I'm tired of sonnin *******z that don't believe us

I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers

I went from humble beginners to ownin the

Jimmy's ****** wit women that only want me for winnin

Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be *******ttin

I'm only bonin the ******* is if y'all could be gettin ******* what!! [guy talking]

Yeah that's what's up

Crack But what's up wit that ******* when she gonna drop yo

What's up wit

Remy man Where that ******* at man

Yeah man Everytime

I look around man

I don't see no

Remy man *******z in the hood want you to call this ******* out man

What's up man [Remy Martin]

Yo I don't give a *******

I don't play that *******t and

I feel to bust a cap on a *******

I run up wit a gat on a ******* ******* back on a *******

Like Rem's that ******* and

Crack's that *******

For every word

I spit I get ass cat figures

So ******* ass clappin,

I'll clap yo ass *******

And chick is so funny cause

I gets gully

Rocks throwbacks and fitteds *******, hoodies and skullies

Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a

Jacob And

I gotta a "mac" and

I don't mean make up

Sellin pies on da block like,

I sell aranathum

Do you want it raw?

Or do want me to bake em?

Get the bag it cut it shop it ******* it it's mothin

Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle

*******t it's sicker than vomit,

I swear to

God it's disgustin

Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these ******* can't touch it

You gotta love it

I'm buggin word to my cousin

Tequila Slap the *******t outta any ******* interferin wit my scrilla

See a ******* he can get it too, ******* what your ******* a do

Even if I stuttered

I will still "******* ******* *******t on you"

My ******* L.

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