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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.) East coast, 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
Niggas on my same team be prayin I
Tellin the feds, that I'm still the raw
Know all about the stash box on the of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the
Show you how warm my fuckin get
My crew get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest
Can't call it, all these niggas that they ballin
But it appears your fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real since day one
The same cats you get from
coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the
It's still insane, since the track
your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

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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, 10 baby

[Big
what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of York
Spittin with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause walk 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 like a
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 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 you when you broke as shit, focus kid
don't 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 get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine spit
10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas big weight and big sacks
said it was cool, I got to ok this
I want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you got a birdie 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 rocks in blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the begin

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