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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.) coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, what!

[Fat
At I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the
you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous
Why do niggas platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these claim that they ballin
But it appears empire's fallen
with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same you get ?terroria? from
East coast, coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know till they feel the flame
It's still insane, 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
motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10

Punisher]
Check you never thought
Pun and Joe, the of Nueva York
thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy
Once my cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you like you crazy
Barkin like you
Or you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to me 'cause I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but I'm rowdy
So I hope it rappin before I have to kill 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 lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin 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 don't get him, I promise try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the so the silliest
Really get to see just how the nine milly spit
10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real push big weight 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, hope you ain't got a mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, be precise
If it ain't all that's your dope and your life
the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the in forty blocks
Hit doja like we to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the begin

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