Watch Out

[Produced by Diamond D]

[Intro: Fat Joe]

Yeah

Straight out the heroin-infested streets of the Bronx

Home of corrupt cops

Where niggas get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if they don't fake jax

Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest motherfuckers

In this whole rap game

Ayo, Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know

[Verse 1: Armageddon]

You look, I look, you invite it, I took

I forever wearin' it, you know stone cold crook

What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?

It's life and death, choose live or die

Ultimatums, who made 'em, why do we even exist?

When we die, is there heaven or is it total blackness?

For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all felt

We can exchange shots until our chambers melt

There's mad tension in the air (Mad tension in the air)

Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo, Crack

Eject the TEC from the glove compartment

Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson

It's dangerous bendin' opposites

These strangers be bendin' opposites

So put your face in mine, best brace your spine

Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine

My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind

When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries

When my fists connect, they causing major injuries

What you know, Junior? You not evil

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it,

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines

Ayo, Punisher, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

[Verse 2: Big Punisher]

Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'

My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid

I blast a pig and slit his throat just for Toom and L

My skills' a human' I choke and puff shell puffin' boom in Hell

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away

Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the Sun away

Me and my brothers play hardball, strictly hardcore

Lyrics 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin' high then buddhaed

So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid

The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids

I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls

Just load the Glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers

Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt

To finish up, punching, body blows and uppercuts

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines

Ayo, Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

[Verse 3: Keith Nut]

Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed bandit

Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents

Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order

Got kicked out my church 'cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter

Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C

You best run, son, I'm sending MCs up shit's creek

So don't sleep 'cause I creep, on New York streets

Like I'm a big fat dick, wack MCs is ass-cheeks

Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids

Take 'em home, fuck 'em good

Then send 'em back to you in bandages

You lose 'cause I got, the ill street, and still keep

The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast

So watch your back black, Bronx niggas don't play

If you ever fake jax, I'll slit your throat like O.J

[Outro: Fat Joe]

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew

Straight out the South Bronx

The livest motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx

Keepin' in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon the Reddin

My nigga Big Dog Punisher

Straight out the Full-A-Clips Camp

All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah

Watch your motherfuckin back

Blow out the back of your domepiece

D.I.T.C. forever motherfuckers