[Intro: Cuban Link]
Yeah, this is M.O.B., Rell on the R&B
And I'm rap's refugee and I ain't going nowhere
[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Growin' up in the Bronx, I had to dump with the realest
Hangin' on them corners with killas and drug dealers
Had to build my rep up, step it up, Pun was telling me
Dunn, fuck the jealousy, one day, you gon' run with our melody
We started in the basement broke though
We didn't have no money, we still had hope it was me
Seis told Moon Dawg and I quote on Dominicans
To Puerto Rocks and the Cuban straight off the boat
It was a dream, the first Spanish All-Star team
Thе Caribbean Connection arrived on thе scene
The knuckle bee raptors, critics in the studio tracked us
This is Full-A-Clips first chapter then after the fact
Fat Joe came and snatched us, gassed us
Made us split up, took our masters
Guess it was the fastest route, just ask the crowd
Before Pun, Joe was on his way out
And here we come about, fresh blood block niggas
That don't know the industry but know them Glock triggers
Know how to clock figures and blow up the spot bigger
He figured we was dumb, treatin' us like chopped liver
Plottin' with our careers, I ain't knockin' 'em
I was sincere, I was rockin' with 'em for years
Through the blood, sweat and tears, it's weird
'Cause it appears so strange and yet so clear
On a sixty-inch screen, yeah, I seen the whole scheme from close range
It came into play, when Pun died, it all changed
But love changes and life changes and best friends become strangers
[Chorus: Rell]
In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack
And you kept wonderin' who got your back
And you can't worry about no game
Stack your money and spit your game
In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack
So you kept wonderin' who got your back
Just keep that pistol gripped, pumped for the lames
Stack your money and spit your game
[Verse 2: Rell & Cuban Link]
To the unknown first and top ten for believing it could work
Rockin' DC, show me my worth
Got me with Lord Finesse and that was the birth
Of a hip-hop, R&B style that couldn't even be traced to restyle
Couldn't be tamed, it was born to be wild
Born to reframe from all you lame guys
Next stop Lord Finesse and meet my fam
Now D.I.T.C., they all my fam, big ups to Showbiz and A.G
Old C, Buckwild and Diamond D, rest in peace, Big L and Big P
Punisher for eternity, me and my brother Cuban Links was young
And seeing Pun smoked out and dumb and rolled a joint
Called taste you sweat, make you wet
And love for free got me so much sex
I know signin' with them Roc-A-Fellas
Made a whole lot of you-quicks jealous
Like, I knew the fans would be overwhelmed
And buy everything that we try to sell, oh well
Lord Finesse called Dr. Dre and Dr. Dre said he liked the way
That the kid sound so he put me down
On the Chronic two-thou' with Mary J
And the message is to let you know
That it's still all real with me and the Cuban four (No doubt)
Rell keep it gangsta and the debonair from the south
Watch your mouth (Watch your motherfuckin' mouth)
Before you get knocked out (That's right, nigga)
Knocked the fuck out
[Chorus: Rell]
In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack
And you kept wonderin' who got your back
And you can't worry about no game
Stack your money and spit your game
In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack
So you kept wonderin' who got your back
Just keep that pistol gripped, pumped for the lames
Stack your money and spit your game
[Outro: Cuban Link & Rell]
It's that boy Rell
Yours truly, Cuban Link
This is for my gangstas, gangstas
This is for my thugs, thugs
This is for my hustlers, hustlers
For my niggas locked up
This is for my gangstas, gangstas
This is for my thugs, thugs
This is for my hustlers, hustlers
For my niggas showin' me love, put 'em up
Yeah, BX, ha ha, ha ha
Rell, you killed this motherfucker
This shit shouldn't be a mixtape song
This some motherfuckin' real shit
Bass, yeah, that far back enough?
Took it far back, huh?
