Fat Joe Damn [Clean] lyrics

My ***, this Coka
It's Crackology 101
I breed you n***, my sons

The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
And the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone

They'll be heavy chopper firin', motherf*** is dyin'
*** is runnin', helicopters is flyin'
All these suckers is lyin', tell the Feds that they see me
And I was just island hopin' some where in Tahiti

I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that
Get your *** pushed, muh'f*** with Crack
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line

Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that's stardom
Ghetto celeb, I been since I was younger
100 mill' strong, still dyin' of hunger

Under the chinchilla, believe me, the *** realer
This piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep better
The street's terror, the weak better retreat
Man, I keep Berettas for these peoples that creep
Crazy n***, Crack

Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, *** don't mention Joe

Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, *** don't mention Joe

I keep hearin' that Crack's the truth
Real *** is screamin', ‽Joe, get back in the booth”
Yeah, I do it for them *** that be huggin' the blocks
Those jack boys don't give a *** dumpin' at cops


These *** crazy, some more real
They'll get you for everythin', even your Paul Wall grill
Yes ***, it's survival out here
These *** don't even respect the Bible out here

It spirals out here, cars and kings too
That's the only thing this summer gon' bring you
I seen it all, man, they love it when I spit cane
Walk through the middle and speed with the big chain

I got 'em sick, man, look how the *** playin'
Piss stains yellow Pebble bezel on the wrist, man
You ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact, you is a great actor

I'm one O.G. you need to respect
Specially if you don't want *** to see through your chest
I caught his momma at the face to face
Now she layin' in St. Raymond's in section 8
Follow me now, sit

Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, *** don't mention Joe

Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, *** don't mention Joe

Yeah, this goes out to all them ***
Ghetto to ghetto, jails to jails
All my *** playin' the yard right now, doin' pull ups
Pumpin' this *** in your headsets, I love you ***, Crack

Otis Ville, you know it's real, Rikers
All my *** holdin' it down
All my street ***, gangster ***
Dope boys, cook