The Profit

[Chorus: Fat Joe] We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet First, you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it The fuck boy bitch ass niggas, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the prophet If you listen close my niggas, you bound to see a profit [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I'm New York's living legend The streets know me well Stand in the line of fire It's going to be hell You dancin' wit' the Devil Tonight's your last night Picture me Lil Eazy E, pistol Fahrenheit LA County got work in Slawson We get it poppin' Back to Roxbury in Boston The streets love me See they named me coca We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on Something like a chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on Joey the Mayor, I get Keys to the city And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me Nigga [Chorus: Fat Joe] We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet First, you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it The fuck boy bitch ass niggas, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the prophet If you listen close my niggas, you bound to see a profit [Bridge: Lil Wayne] I'm getting money, I'm the president Junior And in the hood, they call me Weezy the future And everybody that's around me 'll shoot ya And nigga my band let 'em blow like tubas yeah Grrrack, I got em, I g-g-g-got 'em I got em Cook I got em, I g-g-g-got 'em I got em And in the hood, they call me Weezy the future If you listen close my nigga you might see the future [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Young Wayne in the building, where your stove at? Cook 'em up, strap 'em down where the road at? I'm strapped up plenty bullets, nigga hold that Now you steppin' out a lead shower, where your robe at? I knock your earth off, damn where ya globe at? Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe The money knows me better than anybody Bitch I'm paid forget about it I'm sitting in the coupe wit the titties outted The nipples chrome Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick You soft pricks I'm from New Orleans Homeless but don't forget The sun even shines on dog shit And dawg I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin' I walk in this bitch like what it do The money home, stop hatin' Get your money on, nigga [Chorus: Fat Joe] We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet First, you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it The fuck boy bitch ass niggas, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the prophet If you listen close my niggas, you bound to see a profit [Verse 3: Fat Joe] This year all-star weekend was off the chain Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains Put the Desi to his chest Homey gon' die tonight Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler My dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat just like them bullets dancin' Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback Next time I front you some birds you better pay crack What, shit, I don't know nothing He might be the police coming up with assumptions All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God If he don't bring me some keys or pay me fifty large [Chorus: Fat Joe] We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet First, you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it The fuck boy bitch ass niggas, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the prophet If you listen close my niggas, you bound to see a profit [Outro: Fat Joe] Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit Yeah, it's Coca baby [?] Season Young Money Weezy Terror era Owwww Khaled overcame on this motherfucker shit's worthy Yeah nigga