featuring Fat Joe Lord Finesse Big L A.G.

[Fat Joe]

Welcome to the world of Joe flooded with thugs and hoes

Real niggas drug dealers with villas in the show

??? parked in twenty car garages

Living the largest with ??? garbage

Shit I get down for mine

Terror Squad run things in any town you can find

New York New York big city of dreams

Where there's nothing but for car bitches and ???

Say for cash fat pieces of hash

Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up

The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes

On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won't sign

Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and glocks

Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot

Shot, in the middle of the street

Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep

[Lord Finesse]

While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames

The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans

You know our names, we don't play jokes

You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks

You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling

Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden

Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare

Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't nothing sweet here

Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping

Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds

No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper

Need a chick I can hang with, fuck you broads that wear glass slippers

Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me?

Finesse is among the stars like astrology

Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles

On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal

[Fat Joe]

Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of t