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[Fat Joe (Mack 10)
Yeah, Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo affiliates.) Uh huh.
I you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, coast. (It's all the same.)
Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, what!

Joe]
At times I feel like 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 of the fortunate
Show you how my fuckin coffee get
My crew get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim they ballin
But it appears your empire's
with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria?
coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, the flow track
Blowin your back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

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all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't
Big Pun, Fat Joe, 10 baby

Punisher]
Check what you thought
Pun and Joe, the of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the hawk
We the 'cause killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your
Fuck is you talkin like you
like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, like a baby
Don't try to me 'cause I'm not a playa
Hey yo I the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm
So I it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the jungle
If you known to own a guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to 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 affiliates is the so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the milly 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 bring the so we can weight this
It be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure all 36
I you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there your dope and your life
From the of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we to, sippin on Hen
TS and 10, so let the games begin

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