Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
  [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)
  Nobody wanna handle it
  [Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
  [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)
  [Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT
  [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)
  
  Verse One: Fat Joe
  
  Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
  Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face
  Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone
  That's word is bond on my moms
  That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
  Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
  Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X)
  Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)
  Physical rap means we live the lyrics
  Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
  We the realest you ever gon' see
  In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
  Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)
  Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)
  Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
  Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)
  It's my city, and everything in it
  Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)
  We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
  That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
  
  Chorus: Puff Daddy
  
  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
  Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
  I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana
  (repeat 2X)
  
  Verse Two: Fat Joe
  
  Yea, uh, yo
  You better slide or catch this homicide
  Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side
  Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
  Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)
  So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
  Player haters never wanna see my shine
  Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
  Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's
  Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
  or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
  Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)
  Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
  It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
  True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
  What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
  Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)
  Terror Squad, and Bad Boy
  Joey Crack, Big Pun
  I see you
  
  Can't sleep, ten deep
  Yea, uh-huh
  Adios to manana
  Terror Squad, what?
  Bad Boy, khanmean?
  Joey Crack, Big Pun
  I see you, I see you
  C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?
  Say what say what?
  Uh-huh
  
  I see you.. take that..
  Adios to manana!