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[Fat Joe (Mack 10)
Yeah, Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, what!

[Fat
At times I feel blastin myself, endin it all
on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, I'm still cappin the raw
all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the
Show you how warm my fuckin get
My crew get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that ballin
But it appears empire's fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas day one
The same cats you get from
coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till feel the flame
It's still insane, since the track
Blowin your whole back, the mack, we'll let ya know black

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It's all weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10

Punisher]
Check you never thought
Pun and Joe, the of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the hawk
We the truest 'cause killers in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you like you crazy
like you eighty
Or you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a
Hey yo I shot the place up and the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm
So I hope it rappin before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed gon mug you
And no one you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? is in
Blow life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his today

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10]
I hit the la la, and the ya ya
And if y'all get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey
Real niggas push big and big sacks
Y'all it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y'all the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make it's all 36
I you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all that's your dope and your life
From the school of knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the begin

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