What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
We invented floodin' the watch, and runnin' the spots
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side
Physical rap means we live the lyrics
Joey Crack, Big Pun
What's you are talking about?
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Uh-huh
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack
Yeah, uh, yo, you better slide or catch this homicide
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
Adios to manana
I see you, I see you
Terror Squad, what?
[Incomprehensible]
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat
We the realest you ever gon' see
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
Like lettin' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin' kids
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
Say what, say what?
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Nobody wanna handle it
Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's
Nine-eight
To give you what you need
Exotic tokin' parrots on my wrist
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
That's word is bond on my moms
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm gone
Can't sleep, ten deep
It's my city, and everything in it
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
Yeah, uh-huh
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
Bad Boy, khanmean?
(What y'all wanna do hah?)
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
(What y'all wanna do hah?)
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
Five sixty, only the Squad ride with me
(What y'all wanna do hah?)
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Ain't a thing rented, it's my Benz, if you see me in it
Yeah, what you got
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz
Or livin' mad sweet in lavish cribs
It's the great
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
(What y'all wanna do hah?)
Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana
Tryin' to find a place to recline, shine my face
C'mon, yeah, yeah, say what, say what?
Can't sleep, ten deep
As we proceed
Player haters never wanna see my shine
(What y'all wanna do hah?)
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
C'mon
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Daddy
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
