Triplets
Fat Joe Song Lyrics

*phone conversation*(Fat Joe)Since day one, niggaz died at the Doncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyondNot only strong but we loyal and royally treatedQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heatedNot even God can believe it, the way we regulateand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweightEvery day I do the same thangIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene(Big Punisher)Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock meBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyricsNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killersWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimetersand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollarsI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucialwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*(Fat Joe)Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfactionSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action(Big Punisher)A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jawThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol(Fat Joe)Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neckThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect(Big Punisher)I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your thresholdFlex like you been forced, still bless you like a chest coldWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip modeYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let goChorus: Big PunisherEvery man in this world has a destinyCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you justdef dumb and blind you know the pedigreeBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me(repeat 2X)(Fat Joe)Uh, uh, uh, yo!Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gatand blow this track to the stars like the zodiacHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddarBut fast cash don't last forever(Big Punisher)I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathersand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealousTrack the trailers in chrome black CaterasTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris(Prospect)Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killingsOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildingsMy destiny was to shine, ? to climbEspecially in time, with the recipe in mindFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in thisI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to missAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continueWhose on my menu?  A record deal they couldn't lend youI had to burn my glock and earn my spotThe time flew by, had to turn my clockand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'reeShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?Prospect'll have to collect doughDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to driveA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin ?A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's graveChorus 1X(Big Punisher)Every man in this world has a destinyCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you justdef dumb and blind you know the pedigreeBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're ?*phone conversation*