[Intro: Fat Joe]
Gang Starr
Crack Man, Crack Man, M.O.P
BX
Brooknam, haha come on
Living legends, ya heard me
Make a note of that
Yeah uh yo uh (SHOOOOOU!)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight .38's
Nine .9's, Mac 10's
Man this shit never end
Even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin
Niggas yelling out the window, Joe's at it again
But this bastard's got lawyers
Keep him outta the pen
I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck
Wave hi when they watch me
Can't stop me every time official
Better find my residuals or this nine gonna lift you
He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your Glock
Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorching blocks with the hawk on cock
Even if the old ladies love to call the cops
I got guns
Gang Starr
Crack Man, Crack Man, M.O.P
BX
Brooknam, haha come on
Living legends, ya heard me
Make a note of that
Yeah uh yo uh (SHOOOOOU!)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight .38's
Nine .9's, Mac 10's
Man this shit never end
Even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin
Niggas yelling out the window, Joe's at it again
But this bastard's got lawyers
Keep him outta the pen
I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck
Wave hi when they watch me
Can't stop me every time official
Better find my residuals or this nine gonna lift you
He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your Glock
Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got
We walk the scorching blocks with the hawk on cock
Even if the old ladies love to call the cops
I got guns
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