[talking]
  Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games
  Niggaz act like it's a rap..
  Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
  Niggaz replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
  Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz
  You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
  Fuck tri-borough, we reppin five borough
  Get at these niggaz straight music!
    [Fat Joe]
  Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
  I can't believe niggaz schemin on Jo-seph
  Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
  Niggaz talk too much shit, 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, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues
  Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
  I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
  My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy
  Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
  That's the shit that get me aggrevated
  It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
  Fake niggaz.. Jers' State niggaz..
  Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz
  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 niggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s
    [Hook]
  (J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches!
  (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
  (S) Still talkin shit, still ain't shit!
  (E) You envious niggaz can suck my dick!
    [talking]
  (J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
  (O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
  (S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
  (E) Blaze niggaz 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 fuckin slice it
  Bastards, POOF!!
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