(feat. Fat Joe, Remi Martin)

[Fat Joe]

Dear mama, I'm writin' you this letter from the kitchen
Seems to hard, times your the only one who listens
After the action, tone's still listen

And you know how sometimes it gets lonely in prison
Not behind bars, but between my inner self
Can't trust these streets, fiends'll kill you for your wealth

It seems like the game done changed, ^!$$%s ain't loyal no more
Best friends act strange
Did the best I could, fed the hood

Went to school, showed the youth to perfect their books
When my ^!$$%s got locked, up to comissary stock
Visit every jail from Marcy to Comstock

Now ^!$$%s wanna plot like they movin' somethin'
Must wanna get shot, you ain't provin' nothin'
Uhn, must of forgot all the dudes I put in

If we only had a chance to review the footage
You would see I'm not a nice guy after all
And I fight much better when my back's to the wall

I clap at your door, put your backs on the floor
Wanna war with the Don? It' the wrath that you want!


[Chorus: Havoc]
Yo, if you feel me then feel me
If you gonna kill me then kill me

But I gotta let ya'll ^!$$%s know
That I roll with that steel
You can call me paranoid

But a ^!$$% on point
And I'm thinkin' somethin' fishy
If you up in my grill


[Remi Martin]
You wanna know what my life's like, (*##$?

Mine's is real, chicks talk about it
I been bustin' nines for real
Too many times I had to stand up on the line for meals

Too many nights I done seen ^!$$%s die for real
I'm striving still, everybody lies and steals
It's seems like it's gotten worse since I signed my deal

Ask anyone who knows me, I don't give a $#&@
That's my motto
These mother$#&@ers is actin' like I just hit the lotto

And now everytime I see you, "Remi where that weed at?"
"Wasn't you just pregnant, (*##$, where the $#&@in' seed at?"
Can I hold? Let me borrow, come on, I don't need that

I can recall days when Remi didn't have a place to sleep at
Where was you back when I was sellin' cracks and
Barely $#&@in' eatin', ^!$$%, where was your $$# then?

Now I'm in the cut with a blunt, ^!$$%, laughin'
A Benz coup, a condo, and a check I'm steady cashin'
Told ya'll ^!$$%s that I spaz over reflex

Now you ^!$$%s can't pass through the PJs
$#&@ ya'll (*##$es, I don't love ya'll (*##$es
Cause if it comes down to it, I'll slug ya'll (*##$es


[Chorus]


[Havoc]
Am I holdin' it down?
Afraid so, youngun

Not for nothin', ^!$$%s frontin'
When they claimin' you thuggin'
Raw cut him, dunn, he went against the grain

So $#&@ him, and it's real
He ended up with the doctors pluggin him
These streets raised me, and made me cold

When there's drama like a ducthy I come ready to roll
Had a passion for Henney, now I'm thuggin with Remi
And Joe, give these mother$#&@ers somethin' to +envy+

It's sad, $#&@in' ?? keep the heat on the dash
It's simple, math, front get one in the $$#
And you laughin', your whereabouts police be askin'

It baffles, cause you know these fingerprints ain't matchin'
Get at you, and dogg, it was about bound to happen
Sleep, $#&@ around, get your %#@! pushed +Deep+
Bang this, where the Bloods and Crips?
Cause you know I'm only reppin' for that gangsta %#@!, get up


[Chorus x2]