[INTRO: Fat Joe]  Yeah, yeah  Gettin dirty, y'all  A.G.  Party Arty  D Flow  Joe the don  Terror Squad    Yeah  What's fuckin with that?    [VERSE 1: A.G.]  I hit the block and stop hoes with the drop Rolls  Flaco got those hot hoes to stop flows  Out for the nachos, knock em out if it's macho  Then head to Rascoe's for chicken and waffles  These chickens that I know be callin me Pablo  Cause they think that I know the lingo, but I don't  Hi ho, only pick chicks that swallow  These bullets are hollow, where I aim they follow  I spit murder to get further, haters can't hurt us  Me and Tone flipped burgers to buy clips for burners  Ignore you cats with the boring tracks  16 bars, that's trap, 5 grand, won't even call you back  Send you a fax and call you wack  Andre The Giant is tall as Shaq  But I was born to rap  And 5-60's what I'm wearin, they never seen a drop Hummer  That's why they starin, multi-mill by next summer  Is how I'm feelin, blow the tec  Soak em wet, no respect, Flow is next    [VERSE 2: D Flow]  I keep dimes, while y'all niggas floss with cheap shines  I make a rapper leak rhymes, spit flames each time  It's D Flow, I burn cats with 3 lines  My niggas blow it up throwin up G.D. signs  Blunted from 'dro, my niggas cop Hummers in gold  Gun to your do', y'all niggas don't want it with Flow  Son spit awesome, see me in a 6 with a bitch flossin  Before the blitz caution niggas put up chips and lost em  I'm feelin tense, see, fuck around and get drenched, gee  You ten speed, I'm like a banshee  Don't bet against me  '74, bury me or die now, nigga  Man down, nigga, cause you couldn't hold it down, nigga  Found niggas in the back with the rats, shot up  Said he died instant, they could tell he never got up  Finished product, gold and platinum shit, clap at your click  Now you're stranded in the back of the bricks  We be the Black Mob, and it's D Flow the rap arson  Hate a nigga stuntin, frontin like he want a problem    [CHORUS: Fat Joe]  Yo, from the Bronx to Harlem  You can catch us in a Aston Martin  Switchin lanes with three dames on the way to Carbon's  You niggas starvin, me and G.D. about to shift the market  And flip and hit your squadron  Yo, you know that shit that you be spittin don't sound tight  You recognize when we be comin to your town, right?  Hit em up, split em up with the pound twice  Terror Squad gettin dirty, Underground Life    [VERSE 3: Party Arty]  Fuck rappin, I said what I had to say  Y'all niggas get blast away, then pass away  The feds wanna put my ass away  Straight haters, but I'm The Greatest like Cassius Clay  (I was) sippin on a glass of 'zé  Earlier took your girl to a matinée  (And I) (got that ass today, what, what, what)  Y'all niggas rappin gay  Need to go back and pray  C.L.K. black and gray  And y'all niggas don't really want the gats to spray  You might get hit this time when I spit this rhyme  I'm gonna shit this time, like diarrhea, keep the nine near  You fuckin with Party Arty, the pioneer  (G.D.) My crew behind me, strip clubs where you can find me  Bout to take over like Guilliani  Against Illuminati since I was usin puddies  To when I was a youth and rowdy  Then I learned to use the shotie    [CHORUS]