[Intro: Fat Joe]. Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood. Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!). Niggas walkin they dogs ha ha watering they flowers. That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!. I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs. This is that surge shit that full flex shit Al Groh shit. Raul ya heard me?. Macho Jigga Brown JD Charlie Rock LD Remy Ma unh. Sound boy turn this shit up right here. [Fat Joe]. I'm your idol your highest title numero uno. Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know. Stomp.. yeah that's the idea. Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear. Listen here young bruh man ya end is near. They probaly find your body at the end of the pier. Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore. I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all. Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack. What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back. Look ya hate that look we stay straped. From Crook from way back done took the game back. Ya shook remain fact top of the world stop knockin the girl. She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl. Fish Scale ta Heron live well from here on. Half a mil in ya grill of course we bare all. Niggas thinkin that this rap is just words. I pull up in they curb pull a Desert Bird. and clear the block in no time. Get off my dick stop focus shit and getcha own shine muhh'fucka. [Chorus: Fat Joe]. Take a look at my life and you can see that. I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap. Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at. So stop hating on The Don you know ya need Crack. Take a look at my life and you can see that. I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap. Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at. So stop hating on The Don you know ya need Crack. [Fat Joe]. First we was thuggin then bust sluggin. My Lifestyle the shit really had the streets buggin. Oh no he ain't come back like that. Not Crack with a platinum plaque yo!. It's the thirteenth al spinna. Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner. Me and Diddy skippin out on bills. Just copped the house on a hill now how that feel?. Fuck alot of y'all niggas you been shittin since the first song. Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on. Ass all out just swoonin the crowd. Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house. You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks. Chain hanging off the rim you not giving a fuck. You must not be reading it right. Ice so bright we don't need headlights at night. Yo crack niggas ask niggas how I smack niggas. with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap nigga. TS throw in your hands make 'em pack nigga. To never let another crew move his back nigga what!. [Chorus]. [Outro: DJ Kay Slay]. Yeah DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ. The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game. Terror Squad motherfuckers y'all know what it is. I'll buck ooh ooh ooh I'll slap the shit out of one of you. motherfuckers. Y'all front on the Squad man? Y'all know what it is man. 2003 shit faggot ass motherfuckers get the fuck outta here.