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

Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I
the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the of my Porshe
Boy it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas that they ballin
But it appears your empire's
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas day one
The same cats you get ?terroria?
East coast, coast, man it's all the same
Niggas know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya black

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

Punisher]
Check you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of York
Spittin thoughts 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 like you
Or have you crawlin, walkin a baby
Don't try to me 'cause I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and 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 bundle guaranteed gon mug you
And no one love you you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike

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10]
I hit the la la, and the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I I'll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the milly spit
10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok
I usually want paytons, bring the scale so we can weight this
It be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be
If it ain't all that's your dope and your life
the school 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 Mack 10, so let the begin

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