Yo, friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
(J)
Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit
Hahaha, ohh, now y'all feelin' the kid
And by niggaz blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
They fear my presence like the rest of them
(E)
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough
Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
(S)
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
Joe crack gon' hold that down
(J)
The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches
(E)
These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches
Fake niggaz, Jers' State niggaz
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin' down
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
(O)
I can't believe niggaz schemin' on Joseph
Yeah nigga, south boogie ain't goin' nowhere
Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Niggaz replacin' the 'G' in gangsta with PR's and W's
(S)
Blaze niggaz over beats in the streets
You know roses go on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy
You envious niggaz can suck my dick
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the shit that get me aggrevated
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz
Yeah, it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
Got a little fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues
Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz
(O)
Niggaz talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound
On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin' slice it
Get at these niggaz straight music
Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
You seen the kid up in the clubs, BET, MTV
It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin' 'bout, "I'm glad ya made it"
