In The Ghetto DJ Kay Slay & Greg Street (Ft. Cassidy, Fat Joe, Jim Jones, Shaquille O'Neal & Sheek Louch)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
The revelution shall be televised
We're from the state where the tarer alert is 24 7
Niggas is clowns, like Rino 9 11
With me, what you see is what you get
Never commertialed my life, I own jets
No one does it quite like Joe
Black Rob getting knocked for robbery, now that's Whoa
My money too long, I keep peeking at it
Cheese stacked in hundreds, rats keep peaking at it
You with Fred Jones, tryna break the fight up
I'm the fat nigga in gray, quick to light your ass up
I know you love a nigga's slick talk
Type to slap a bitch for disturbing a nigga's pimp walk
The vibe, got it coming with the sauce
Lean Back was the hottest shit popping in 04
Now it's 05, and the king's been crowned
Riding through the Bronks, with the mack in the hoodie down

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Relax yourself, let your conscious free
You're now rolling with the Capo, from DIP
And if you wanna join the set, well you must be a G
And rest in peace to Pac, and BIG
Know I keep my K cocked, in VIP
Catch me sliding to the drop, with this PYT
When the cops stop my car, they wanna see ID
You know the rules, niggas you keep ID
Who you think starts the drama? the NYC
Catch me smoking, drinking water, getting bent in my V
And the media depicting me, crookid in this game
But I started watching my mama, when she was cooking up game
And I tried going to school, but there was no books in my brain
So I started cutting class, playing hooky to bang
The only Chemestry class, chefing up cookies with Game
And that's when Mennis was out, I cried when he got locked up again