J.O.S.E. - Fat Joe

Aiyyo Crack, these n_ggaz is playin mad childish games
N_ggaz act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
N_ggaz replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta wanksta-ass n_ggaz
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
F_ck tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these n_ggaz straight music!

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n_ggaz schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
N_ggaz talk too much sh_t, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, n_ggaz wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the sh_t I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n_ggaz let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the sh_t that get me aggrevated
It be the same n_ggaz in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n_ggaz.. Jers' State n_ggaz..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n_ggaz
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n_ggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s

(J) These jealous n_ggaz is worse than b_tches!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin sh_t, still ain't sh_t!
(E) You envious n_ggaz can s_ck my d_ck!

(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah n_gga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n_ggaz over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV,
on yo' block, on my block, however you wanna f_ckin slice it
Bastards, POOF!!

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