[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]
[Chorus: 'Pablo']
Joe Crack's that n****
I'll crack that n****, hold THAT lil' n****
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin
[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
n***** is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah n***** wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot s***
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that b**** b***** in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
f*** around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go
['Pablo']
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a f*** about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared n****, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Fat Joe]
p****** loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin
Who the f*** you think supplyin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you b******s
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya
You lil' n***** ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'f****** think they tough 'til them canisters burst
I know you hear my n*****
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Chorus: 'Pablo']
Joe Crack's that n****
I'll crack that n****, hold THAT lil' n****
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin
[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
n***** is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah n***** wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot s***
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that b**** b***** in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
f*** around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go
['Pablo']
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a f*** about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared n****, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Fat Joe]
p****** loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin
Who the f*** you think supplyin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you b******s
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya
You lil' n***** ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'f****** think they tough 'til them canisters burst
I know you hear my n*****
[Chorus] + [Interlude]