Fat Joe - Triplets Lyrics
*phone conversation*[fat joe]Since day one, niggaz died at the donCause I was anon, now terror squad is a thousand beyondNot only strong but we loyal and royally treatedQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when Im heatedNot even God can believe it, the way we regulateAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweightEvery day I do the same thangIts the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene[big punisher]Yo this a mans game, its a shame how niggaz truly mock meBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like fujiyaki?My crews probably the only niggaz that really live the lyricsNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killersWere philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimetersAnd army cutters willie niggaz that laundry dollarsIm nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucialWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *blam*[fat joe]Hey yo Im better off dead than givin the feds the satisfactionSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action[big punisher]A fraction of yall, raw like colt to the jawThe rest of yall, fear war, and couldnt follow out the protocol[fat joe]Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neckThats why don cartagenas the name your respect[big punisher]I bring the pain to your chest, thatll make you question your thresholdFlex like you been forced, still bless you like a chest coldWe destined to explode, thats why I stay on flip modeYour dick rode me long enough dunn, now you can let goChorus: big punisherEvery man in this world has a destinyCant no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you justDef dumb and blind you know the pedigreeBetter get ready because Im dead in the middle of little italy[fat joe]Uh, uh, uh, yo!Somebody hold me back, joey cracks about to load the gatAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiacHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddarBut fast cash dont last forever[big punisher]I asked the felons, if I dont stay wrapped in leathersAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealousTrack the trailers in chrome black caterasTwo hundred inch mickey thompsons, flown back from paris[prospect]Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killingsOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildingsMy destiny was to shine, ? to climbEspecially in time, with the recipe in mindFrom the jump start, they aint have to pump hard in thisI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasnt hard to missAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continueWhose on my menu? a record deal they couldnt lend youI had to burn my glock and earn my spotThe time flew by, had to turn my clockAnd start with a new resume, not really that ***** named desreeShe aint really my dream theres a better way -- what?Prospectll have to collect doughDialin 905 to l-a-x with somethin I was tryin to driveA life thats trife for what I wore in the *****in ?A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousins graveChorus 1x[big punisher]Every man in this world has a destinyCant no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you justDef dumb and blind you know the pedigreeBetter get ready because Im dead in a minute if youre ?*phone conversation*
