K.A.R. (Kill All Rats)

[R&B sample]

I was born and raised in the ghetto {*2X*}

[Intro: Fat Joe]

Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale

All my niggas locked down

Doin that time, you heard me?

This for you

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

We kill 'em

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

Fuck-boy niggas, let's go

[Fat Joe]

These niggas bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers

They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters

Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers

You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain't the opera

Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin

I heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island

Howlin - they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar

Now I'm forever gon' get it admit it this nigga's shittin

Animal Hannibal flow, these hands'll damage you though

It's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones

Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls

Trinity's the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go

Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes

Shit if his momma seen him wouldn't even know

Joe, I'm a don, the son of a God

One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad

[Chorus]

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Yeah

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Uhh, street shit right here

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Kill 'em, Street Runner

[Fat Joe]

Uhh, yo, yo

Joey don't know never seen never heard shit

Niggas is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid

I don't know them birds flew/flu, I don't know them killers went

Mug shots you showin me these niggas probably innocent

These live niggas turned coat, now witnesses

They'll even tell on they moms, what the business is

We even got some right here in the business kid

And I ain't even gotta say no names, you know them niggas is

Coca, movin blow down to Villanova

Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh

I don't know if you got the news, I'm a shoot-er

And if that bitch ever get to talkin I will shoot her

Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds

My moms on my mind, keep yellin I'm a loser

Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter

I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger

[Chorus]

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

You know, Pistol this one's for you

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

Coca, Streets

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

We kill 'em nigga, that's how!

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

Brrap, brrrap brrap {*gunshot*}

[Fat Joe]

Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling

Fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children

I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em

Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin

Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet

Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet

Pull it~! Pull it~! Nigga don't hesitate, levitate

Anybody soul who cooperates

Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed

If you wanna find me well I'm anywhere the dollars be

Killer shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me

In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys!

[Outro: repeat 4X]

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")