J.O.S.E.

[Intro] Aiyyo Crack, these niggas is playin' mad childish games Niggas act like it's a rap.. Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers Niggas replacin' the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's Pranksta wanksta-ass niggas You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough Get at these niggas straight music! [Fat Joe] Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat I can't believe niggas schemin' on Jo-seph Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down Niggas talk too much shit, 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, niggas wanna harm me for my revenues Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed My own niggas let them hoes make 'em envy Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin' they resent me That's the shit that get me aggrevated It be the same niggas in ya face talkin' bout "I'm glad ya made it" Fake niggas.. Jers' State niggas.. Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggas 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 niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s [Hook] (J) These jealous niggas is worse than bitches! (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches! (S) Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit! (E) You envious niggas can suck my dick! [Outro] (J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin' the kid (O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere (S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is (E) Blaze niggas 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 fuckin' slice it Bastards, POOF!! Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh.. Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..