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[Fat Joe (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror motherfucker!
(And the Hoo affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, what!

Joe]
At I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm still the raw
all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the
Show you how warm my fuckin get
My crew often get the blame for crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that ballin
But it appears your fallen
Fuckin Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria?
East coast, west coast, man all the same
Niggas won't shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know

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It's all weight, work, guns, yay
Real chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10

Punisher]
Check what you thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva
Spittin thoughts twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause killers walk in boots
my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you
Barkin you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a
Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a
Hey yo I the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to somebody
how it is in the stone jungle
If you to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? is in
Blow your away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

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10]
I hit the la la, and the ya ya
And if y'all get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the milly spit
10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok
I usually paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure all 36
I hope you can nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's dope and your life
the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, on Hen
TS and 10, so let the games begin

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