intro: [police sirens]. [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]. [Fat Joe]. Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty. three's for all the M-3's. Racin across the Tapenze. ?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln. drivin like I ain't thinkin. Wit my hats and lights blinkin let the lah sink in. On the way to home BASE. first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place. We rush shit untouchable Don shit that's nothin new. Sets with stone arms just to muscle you enough of you. That had a bad case of Joe some even had to go. Gangsta walk and nines at times I be the last to know. We laugh and joke while we bag in the coke. My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes. I'm addicted to street life although it doesn't seem right. Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?. And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame). we only pawns in this game(game). Decision: grow cocaine. I don't want no cure for this you switch I pour the Cris. And just stay rich and reminisce while I count my chips. Chorus. [Noreaga]. Yo you scared to death misery need company. Crab slackers niggas actin like they mad rappers. Even wit a record deal our guns still peal. Break a piece of your brain wipe the stain. Throw the Range off police-iano. Watch for hondo they lookin at our poster now playin us closer now. The funds follow us what these bitches swallow us. And you wonder why you can't find us. [Fat Joe]. I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires gave a million stares. Made a million scared my beats don' knocked. For what seemed like a million years yea. This illegal life I can't avoid I take the feds everywhere I go. That's why I'm paranoid but still I choose to ignore the fact. I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack. Joey Crack the mack without the hat. And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac. I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss nigga we laid and lost. T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss. Break your balls like Bahondo call me Don Joe. Coke slash sweaty rock niggas drop a dime dough. Booked the nine o'clock flight to Alando. So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono. That nigga Gauno up in M-C is bein friendly. Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me. My heart is empty never feelin remorse. I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss. Chorus. [Noreaga]. Yo yo Jose Luis smoke lah like the reverand. Look in the skies clouds look like coke 'n heaven. Like whoever sittin on pies two gettin high too. mad fly too a thug too. Yo we praise those however you make your pesos. Keep the shit tight just like Jose Canseco's. Batting stance a majorly we glance. and gotta yell "What What!". Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo. I told niggas that you did it for show. but niggas thought you was ill yo. Even your hoe yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so. Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough. Impost-o's locos morenos go-golos boriquas platin-o's. My niggas rollin those fontos and hydros. You know how that goes DE's light it up though. We stay smokin it tone-locin it. me and Fat Joe still provoking it. Chorus. (ha ha mad rappers stain off range off watch out. polic-iano's pabolos.