Nobody said it would be easy ha hah. [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X). Nobody wanna handle it. [Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED. [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X). [Puff] NINE-EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT. [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X). Verse One: Fat Joe. Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced. Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face. Under the sun where it's warm runnin with Pun til I'm gone. That's word is bond on my moms. That's the squad motto got beef we call Rallo. Dame Un Trago he go to war wit a bottle. Simple as dat flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X). Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon). Physical rap means we live the lyrics. Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us. We the realest you ever gon' see. In all honesty ain't another brother that's hotter than me. Modesty'll get nowhere that's why I go there (yeah yeah). Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right). Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me. Unless you a Bad Boy and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh). It's my city and everything in it. Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz if you see me in it (yeah). We invented floodin the watch and runnin the spots. That's why I'm not a player I just crush a lot. Chorus: Puff Daddy. What you thought we ain't run the streets?. Now you can't sleep ten deep convoyin in the Benz jeep. Rollin deep with the Don-Tana. I put the chrome in your cara adios to manana. (repeat 2X). Verse Two: Fat Joe. Yea uh yo. You better slide or catch this homicide. Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side. Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes these are The Breaks. Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake). So take heed and read between the lines ain't no cheatin mines. Player haters never wanna see my shine. Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe. Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes on my way to Les Boo's. Less choose the life we rather live on the streets stabbin kids. or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs. Fix marriages for my kids six karats I'm a whiz (mm mmm). Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist. It ain't shit but for sex money and drugs. True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs. What the fuck Joe Crack twist your cap back. Leave your heart rate flat once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea). Chorus 2X. (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus). Terror Squad and Bad Boy. Joey Crack Big Pun. I see you. Can't sleep ten deep. Yea uh-huh. Adios to manana. Terror Squad what?. Bad Boy khanmean?. Joey Crack Big Pun. I see you I see you. C'mon yea yea say what say what?. Say what say what?. Uh-huh. I see you.. take that...