[talking]
Aiyyo Crack, these ^!$$%z is playin mad childish games

^!$$%z act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
^!$$%z replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's

Pranksta wanksta-ass ^!$$%z
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
$#&@ tri-borough, we reppin five borough

Get at these ^!$$%z straight music!

[Fat Joe]

Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe ^!$$%z schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down

^!$$%z talk too much %#@!, 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, ^!$$%z wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the %#@! I love to eat

I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own ^!$$%z let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me

That's the %#@! that get me aggrevated
It be the same ^!$$%z in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake ^!$$%z.. Jers' State ^!$$%z..

Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%z blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s


[Hook]
(J) These jealous ^!$$%z is worse than (*##$es!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!

(S) Still talkin %#@!, still ain't %#@!!
(E) You envious ^!$$%z can suck my dick!


[talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah ^!$$%, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere

(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in slice it
!@&!s, POOF!!


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[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]