Songwriters: Cartagena, Joseph Anthony; Maman, Alan
(Fat Joe speaking)
Yea yea, what
uh, Terror Squad
uh, from the streets to the jail cell
I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that
Charlie Rock el D
Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga
Yo, yo
Verse 1:
Aint no solution for this
Since day one I been true to this shit
Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss
I been provin to hit so you know it's really real
I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil
Self made millionaire status
We all gettin money but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest
Come at us if you ready for war
Whoever you are
Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor
Better than ya'll
Niggaz need to face the facts
Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats
Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track
Laced in black - bettin on a horse called Amazin Jack
Joey Crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz
Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas
Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn
Chorus: I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin
don't want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
Bring it on, come on
I ain't know you really want it
How am I supposed to know there's something when you keep frontin
don't want no people wantin to play my game
And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
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