It's Over (Remix)

[Hook/Intro]

[Verse 1 Fat Joe]

J is for jealousy

O's for on top

E's for excellence, ya boy won't stop

C's for coca you know that's me and R's what I'm rated cuz I'm good with them heats

A's for you asshole niggas I blast you niggas if you ever let me catch you niggas

C's for cash money you know I'm bout

And K's to the keys that we get in the drought

On my fly shit niggas know how I get though I look pretty

It's pretty ugly when my guys spit

Told lil mama get a bitch we could slide wit

Yeah thug life getting money till we die bitch (till we die bitch)

(Yeah)

And even with a price on my head, I'm doin wheelies down the X

On the bike I don't care mutha fucker

There ain't a nigga liver

Come through wet the whole block like a fire truck

[HOOK]

[Verse 2 N.O.R.E]

Aye yo I'm known for the fire arm bulging out my right side

Scientific lord

You could call it sci fi

You see the white five drive by wet it up

Zero tolerance

Them niggas ain't holla since

You niggas scared get a dog

Shouldn't get involved

Told you imma stake they whole block out get em all

My nigga cook coca

Geddy move weight al broker

I used to sell coke at the copa

I calmed down, I used to be liver

I'll Wet you whole block up kid just like saliva

And we ain't gone talk about the kidnaps and hostages

Had them niggas tied fed them niggas ostrages (nasty birds)

Zoned out off the octopus repo

I been selling crack since the vision was caleko

And imma keep it one hundred

My nigga Pun was alive he'd slap u wit his stomach

[HOOK]

[Verse 3 Armageddon]

Nigga I keep straps bet you I ease back your entourage

Squeeze that make ya heart beat flat like iron ons

I speak that five alarm heat black

My fire I'm off the meat rack

A street rap phenomenon

Yeah I spit that evil rap monologue

Sicker than a sneeze and a common cough

You don't really know me and you don't wanna go to hell

Lyin mutha fuckers tellin stories like Orsin Wells

It's no comedy I want a million dollas

See im pissed and the economy got me planning some robberies

Kill em as the drummer strums

That's geddy music pop

Sludge hammer tenderize smash em into gooey globs

This is what you  made me

Split his rib cage

While i play beats by AC/DC from the 80's

Pull the chopper out let it rrrraahhh like Cobra

Put some bullets through his house

I'm out son its over