Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty   Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze   Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'   Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in      On the way to home base   First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place   We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new   Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you      That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go   Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know   We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke   My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes      I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right   Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?   And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game   Decision, grow cocaine      I don't want no cure for this   You switch, I pour the Cris   And just, stay rich, and reminisce   While I count my chips      Yo, you scared to death, misery need company   Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers   Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal   Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain      Throw the Range off, police-iano   Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now   The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us   And you wonder why you can't find us      I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares   Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked   For what seemed like a million years, yeah   This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go      That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact   I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack   Joey Crack, the mack without the hat   And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac      I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost   T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss   Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe   Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough      Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando   So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono   That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly   Every time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me      My heart is empty   Never feelin' remorse   I got a sniper one killed in the cross   Ready to kill your boss      Yo, you scared to death, misery need company   Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers   Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal   Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain      Throw the Range off, police-iano   Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now   The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us   And you wonder why you can't find us      Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend   Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven   Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too   Mad fly too, a thug too      Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos   Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's   Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"   'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo      I told niggas, that you did it for show   But niggas thought you was ill yo   Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so   Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough      Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's   My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros   You know how that goes, DE's light it up though   We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it      Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company   Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers   Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal   Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain      Throw the Range off, police-iano   Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now   The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us   And you wonder why you can't find us      Ha ha, mad rappers   Stain off, range off, watch out   Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos   Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah