rip up a instrumental Oh God I got da fundamentalz Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental [nine] Rock, the body body, rock the body body Nine
I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the
Supa Saian, Supa Saian Got my homie DJ Love Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that This is Ghostface Bakery, ya
the future of Ras Kass lies in the skull Like the coronal suture So I write truly fat shit for the core audience But sometimes I wonder does it really exist? 'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe
[Fat Joe] Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick! Now who's the underated pro, they
(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe & Freeway) But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking
who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
body wassup [Chorus:] Ride with ya, ride with ya, I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, I wanna ride With ya, ride with ya, ride with ya,
shit Raul ya heard me? Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh Sound boy turn this shit up right here [Fat Joe] I'm your idol, your higest
ya candle while it's burnin Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies... Now I know you can feel the heat I generate Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya
(feat. Terror Squad) [Fat Joe] Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick! Now who
never let corns get it, drama [Chorus x2] [Fat Joe] Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked
, don't never let corns get it, drama [Chorus 2X] [Fat Joe] Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be
] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause youse a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no
all movin targets Allah Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya
the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that