[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
  Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
  (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
  I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
  (Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
  Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
  (Speak on it, Joe.)
  Haha, niggas what!
    [Fat Joe]
  At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
  Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
  Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
  Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
  Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
  Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
  My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
  Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
  Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
  But it appears your empire's fallen
  Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
  The same cats you get ?terroria? from
  East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
  Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
  It's still insane, since the flow track
  Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black
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  It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
  Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
  Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
  Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
    [Big Punisher]
  Check what you never thought
  Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
  Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
  We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
  Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
  Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
  Barkin like you eighty
  Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
  Don't try to play me cuz I'm not a playa
  Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
  I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
  So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
  That's how it is in the stone jungle
  If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
  And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
  Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
  Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
  You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today
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    [Mack 10]
  I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
  And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
  Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
  Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
  Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
  Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
  Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this
  I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
  It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
  Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
  I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
  If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
  From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
  We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
  Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
  TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin
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