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

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

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

[Big
Check you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of York
Spittin with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause killers in muddy boots
Once my cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a
Don't try to play me I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill
how it is in the stone jungle
If you to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, kid
Commercials don't lie, to die? Coke 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 don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Crack
niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok
I usually want paytons, y'all 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 sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be
If it ain't all there that's dope and your life
From the of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and 10, so let the games begin

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