Fat Joe Damn (Produced By LV / Grind Music) Lyrics

My n____z it Coca
It's crackology 101, n____
I breed you n____'s
My son

[1st Verse]
The penalty is death
And I'm inflicting the torture
The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster
Its heavy promo catching beef wit Joe
But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone
Thought we heavy
Chopper firerin
m_________er's is dying
n____'s is runnin'
Helicopters is flying
All these suckers is lying
Tell these Fedsters to see me
And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti
I think its called Fiji or something like that
Get your s___ pushed m_________er
f___ing wit crack
Catch a hundred in your cap
Your brain be by your waste line
LV on the track
Hell of a baseline
Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem
Now that's stardom
Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger
Hundred mill strong
Still dying of hunger
Under the chinchilla
Believe me this s___s is rilla
This piece ull leave you in pieces
And make you sleep better
The streets terror
The weak better retreat man
I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
d___, those guys are gettin doe
That's why all these gansta call me c__e
We get money money
You got nothing from me
And if you get caught n____ don't mention Joe

[2nd Verse]
I keep hearin that Crack the truth
Real n____z is scream
Joe get back in the booth
Yeah I do it for them n____z that be huggin the block
Them jack boys don't give a f___
Dumpin there caps
These n____z crazy
Some more real
They'll git you for everything
Even your Paul Wall grill
Yes n____
Its survival out here
These n____z don't even respect the bible out here
Its pyro's out here
Cuts and King too
That's the only thing the summer going bring you
I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game
Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain
I got 'em sick man
Look how the s___ bling
p___ stain
Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man
You ain't Pac
You ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact
You is a great actor
I'm one O G
You need to respect
Especially if you don't want n____z to see through your chest
I caught his Mama at the face to face
Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8
n____
Follow me now say

[Chorus]

Yeah
This goes out to all the n____'s.
From Ghetto to Ghetto
Jail for Jail
All my n____z playin' in the yards right now
Doin' pull ups
b__pin'' this s___ in your headsets
I love you n____'s

Crack
Otisville you know its real
Rikers
All my n____z holding in down
All my street n____z gansta n____'s
Cook