Yeah. Uhh. Joe crack the don!
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Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
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Terror squad, its our time!
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Uhh, yea, hand it ova
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Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
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[Verse 1]
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Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
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Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
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The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
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Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
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Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
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Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
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If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
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Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
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I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
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Who else could it be but the squad's O.G?
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Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
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Half black, Japanese n something
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Menages, orgies believe me its nothing
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The girls want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
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Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
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[Chorus]
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Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' wont you sit in them tires
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Believe me its nothing
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G-4 ? Just wont mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
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Believe me its nothing
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Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
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Believe me its nothing
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Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time
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Believe me is nothing
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[Verse 2]
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Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn
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Still got my Name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
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Haters want me, they love to slut me
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Mad because my fat ass stay - living comfy
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Down in d-r on the landing strip
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When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
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Jack-of-all-trades we do that too
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The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
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When pun died, half of y'all cried
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The other half wanna See my demise
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It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach new heights it's unforgettable
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Follow the don is all we kept telling you
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Once you down with the squad you can never give up
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No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that
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It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like 'mine'll get better one time' you dick blowers
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
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It's just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
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Ten years in the game - and still going hard -
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Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
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Uhh, my whole life never been more focused
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Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
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What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
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The newspaper reported the scene was atrocious
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And still find the time to please girls
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Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
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We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
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Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing
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[Chorus]
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It's Nothing
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Fat Joe |