watchin' my name bring you pain I'm standin' on your blood stain hard to hold I'm bold, I roll real cold Too much soul, dick made of gold I rolled niggas
block on lock, jet like the chain gang The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain I'm a G and I
leave here I poured it on and I poured it out I tried to show you just how much I care I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout But you've been
I love to make one, all these cars I love to ride one All these hoes I love to cut one, a tribute to B.I.G. I love to bust one Spit your game, talk
member let me tell you my autobiography I can't let it turn me frenetic too much of a genetic To get in trouble with the law take when I break I'm strapped
or I'm droppin this verses I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big body They be following
' for ya? I'm not stressin', I was born a warrior Plus I'm too big, too wise, too strong for ya When it's all said an' done, I follow my dreams Could
the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few & she could come too That's love! Chorus Verse 2: Fat Joe Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know
that bitch breathe I use to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks Too much stress I guess I blew up quick 'Cause friends
, frame is little Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot And the way you shake your booty I don't want
And doin' the same shit I do remain nameless I want house money, jag money so I gots to bag money I ain't laughin' but yo it's mad funny I used to talk
next to the goddamn man How was I to know son That the nigga would run and tell the 411? With a big fat grin, talking 'bout all the hoes that I ran up
that talks, he's a bitch) Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all (The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) VWould you look, would you listen Niggas be snitchin', talkin
mail Talkin' 'bout I got white girl for sale But they ain't talkin' to me 'cuz I'm an oldie and they knows that I used to be just like them I tell them
So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins I kicked
three He say's, "Don't talk to me like that" and I don't understand Face is in his face and I tell him I understand perfectly And he grabs my shirt and I
around And I wish that he was here now, I'm sure he would be proud No one talks about me now, the voices are too loud So if you come to see me, I'm
, though? Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff They on some old Las Vegas bullshit, they move too much, man I can't take