Pushing Keys Fat Joe (Ft. Raekwon)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh
(Mark Henry...) yeah
My niggas murder for recreation and that's a fact
Get off your ass little niggas, learn to sling a pack
Get money, fuck bitches, ain't no leavin' that
Back from Africa, ain't no Prince Hakeem in that
Just crack with a taste of bakin' soda
(?) lines of fiends down the place they fuckin' order
Lookin' at my (?), it's about that time
Lookin' out at my Maybach, my seats recline
Paper over pussy bitch, imagine a mall
Been around the globe carryin' Louie Vuitton
Tote enough chrome to turn this bitch to Vietnam
Brought the devil with me, tell him sound the three alarm
Got a bitch in Houston, call me Joey Crack the Don
Mexico mami, fucked her right on that futon
(?) whiter than the cast of Happy Days
Bullets hit you harder than a note from Isaac Hayes, cause

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Pushin' keys is a necessary means, ask Alicia
Fiends'll scream ya name from overseas
Way out there in Belize, got a plug and he sittin' on (?)
Waitin' on the Don he wish to be