And if you get caught, nigga, don’t mention Joe
They’ll be heavy chopper firin', motherfuckers is dyin'
Those jack boys don’t give a fuck dumpin' at cops
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
I'm one O.G. you need to respect
Ghetto celeb, I been since I was younger
And if you get caught, nigga, don’t mention Joe
I breed you niggas, my sons
Follow me now, sit
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
I got 'em sick, man, look how the shit playin'
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that
And if you get caught, nigga, don’t mention Joe
All my niggas holdin' it down
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that’s stardom
Yeah, this goes out to all them niggas
You ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actor
I caught his momma at the face to face
Real niggas is screamin', “Joe, get back in the booth”
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
These niggas don’t even respect the Bible out here
I seen it all, man, they love it when I spit cane
The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
The street's terror, the weak better retreat
Ghetto to ghetto, jails to jails
It spirals out here, cars and kings too
Under the chinchilla, believe me, the shit's realer
Yes nigga, it's survival out here
All my street niggas, gangster niggas
All these suckers is lyin', tell the Feds that they see me
That’s why all these gangsters come to Coke
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
And I was just island hopin' somewhere in Tahiti
Pumpin' this shit in your headsets, I love you niggas, Crack
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
This piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep better
Yeah, I do it for them niggas that be huggin' the blocks
Now she layin' in St. Raymond’s in section 8, nigga
That’s why all these gangsters come to Coke
Matter of fact, you is a great actor
That’s the only thing this summer gon' bring you
All my niggas playin' the yard right now, doin' pull ups
100 mill' strong, still dyin' of hunger
Piss stains yellow Pebble bezel on the wrist, man
Man, I keep Berettas for these peoples that creep
And if you get caught, nigga, don’t mention Joe
That’s why all these gangsters come to Coke
Walk through the middle and speed with the big chain
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That’s why all these gangsters come to Coke
Fuckin' crazy niggas, Crack, nigga
Niggas is runnin', helicopters is flyin'
They’ll get you for everythin', even your Paul Wall grill
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
These niggas crazy, some more real
But my man, don’t get caught up in these streets alone
And the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
Get your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with Crack
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
We get money, money, you got nothin' from me
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
Otis Ville, you know it's real, Rikers
Specially if you don’t want niggas to see through your chest
I keep hearin' that Crack's the truth
