Jealous On

we thuggin


Feat. r. kelly
[fat joe (r. kelly)]
(ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (fat joe and the r)
That shit y'all (breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all
Uh yo yo

[fat joe]
Crackman and i'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for
Change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya
Chain
Got the mink on - same color the range
Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
Big pun! then we party like we just came
Home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, i got my wife at
Home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Drunk of off henny and the joe keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep
Flirtin
I don't always crush two but tonight
Seems certain
Party hard like "fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the
Bar
Terror squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top
Bentley's is ours

[chorus - r. kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got cris' on pop, henny wit no chaser,
Mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus i got four
Hun-nies in the drop
And my man joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with
No tops
We take a puff of 'dro and be aiight

[fat joe]
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get
Kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we
Triz that
Along with lisa, aisha, shonda, renee
Even ran through the dorms down in morgan
State
In miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on memorial day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what i'm foolin
With
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya
G-string down south
Owww! pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or
Not
I'm on e feelin ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop, you wanna roll,
Leave the pennies atop

[chorus - r. kelly]

[rk] fat joe, r. kelly we proper
[fj] yeah, terror squad, rockland what
The fuck what
[rk] fat joe, r. kelly we proper
[fj] uh, uh, rockland, terror squad what
The fuck what

[both] some of these kids is doin they
Own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us

[chorus - r. kelly]

[fat joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - bx
What the fuck what?
Out...

[fat joe]
Uh-oh, uh-oh..
Let's get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, uh!
Terror squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz
I see you lil' hat! uh, ahaha!
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah.. yo.. yo..

Who wanna spaz out? crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
They the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got def jam suckin me like, "i wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like alaska when i pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All i hear in the background is gucci and prada
But i'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?

[hook - fat joe]
Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like joe the god's really bringin it back!

[fat joe]
I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin aids infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A ceo could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the god, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like noah's ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the cris', i'm not hatin, i'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it

[hook - fat joe]

[hook 2 - armageddon]
Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and i'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

[armageddon]
That's how kenny rocks, i'm more advanced than how your learnin
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies...
Now i know you can feel the heat i generate
Imagine when i penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box
Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo i popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up
Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that i spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin, i'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the bricks
I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin like i can't happen till i smack him in his adam's apple
Death to rappin, i don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

[hook]
[hook 2]

[fat joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit i ever wrote (money and cars bitches)
Shit is real part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)
See what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)

Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think i grow dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight i got left in me?
Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see joe look weak or flow off beat
And charlie sees the board in four more weeks

[chorus] 2x
You gotta walk where i walked
Bang where i bang
Slang where i hang
To get where i'm going to
Stay where i stay
Blaze who i blazed
Pay dues how i payed
To get where i'm going to

[fat joe]
Uh, yo, the south bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.s. the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when i used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin big pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All i could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell ton' that we still missin him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

[chorus] 2x

[fat joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, i'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets
Start yappin to the deez, like what i rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell a few cd's
Buy land in miami and cop a new b come on!

[joe talking]
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck i'm goin through
Niggaz lookin at me like, "he got it made"
Like i ain't lose pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now!

[chorus] 2x

[fat joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All you frontin-ass niggaz
Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?
These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my a-t-l bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the f-a-t, to the, j-o-e
Drink cris' with the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a g
Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?
Are you serious?

[chorus: fat joe]
If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of cris'
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[armageddon]
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe
And no i'm not the one that don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and assault, he's wrote
So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the hell on with that, i'm aight i'm chillin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, i woulda let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, i ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "bitch is suckin dick!"

[chorus: fat joe]
You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[ludacris]
Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck
Cause i'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin i'm givin a fuck
And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
Are headed east - bound, trouble in west other than south
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
I'm goin deep - down dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
But i'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but i'm handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, biatch

[chorus: fat joe]
Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? i don't know you man!
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[fat joe]
Yeah, haha, t.s., terror
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah, charlie rock l.d., uhh
Ton' montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah..

Yeah.. definition of a don
It's like i gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who's that nigga.. you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
It's the motherfuckin don cartagena ya heard
What?!

[chorus: remy martin]
They wanna know why ya name is joey crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (uh)
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (yeah)
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (tell 'em)
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (uh-huh)
In the bronx witcha benz rims pokin out (ten mil)
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth

[fat joe]
Yeah, yo
You wouldn't understand my story of life i live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before i had a glock to even put my hands on
Before i had the dough to put my fams on
Before i had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, i was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done... my life...
Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but i knew he was fake
Cuz everytime i walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when i pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when i cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way i blaze them guns
On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun

[chorus]

[fat joe]
Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a p.o.
Put the pressure on a nigga like i'm right atcha do'
With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy peurto ricans always fuckin it up!
If i can't afford it, i'ma extort it
If i can't cut it, i'ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, i'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went o.t. i'm too light for maryland
I'd rather play the streets of new york
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of cuffin us
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious

[chorus] repeat 2x

{*background*}
(ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the don have your techs out
Bring it on, and i'ma show you gangsta)

{*lapses over*}
Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..

[verse 1]
Yo, yo, i stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?
I've seen some good men get blown over g-packs
In the bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
And live niggaz get it on with the d-techs, shit, my life's legendary
If i wrote down all in a book it would be very scary
What you know 16 be missin' benzes
Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches
Back then, when i wouldn't even pose for bitches
A-yo, you can ask dapadan who was the man
Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand
Even my bitches wore gucci and louie
My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me
Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now
With the taj, stay frontin' with top down
See me in that new thing with my fiancee
Ass so fat, making you say "muchos grande"
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
For giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow
Whoa

[chorus: repeat 2x]
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the don have your techs out
Bring it on, and i'm show you gangsta

[verse 2] {*lapse over chorus*}
Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
He got his shit rocked cause he didn't pay homage
It's the don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit
Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid
Joey crack is, the most official
Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue
I hope i convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me
I could easily get your ass touched
And that sucks, ain't nobody could fuck with this
Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss
For runnin' your lips
Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, don't make me...
Splash your lungs right in front of your kids
I'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard space
Or i'ma have your ass erased
I'm from the bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit
But still don't get enough props
All i hear is "gangsta" you ain't build like that
Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
I'm from crills to crack
You've been dealin' with rap
You ain't never run the streets, now i'm revealing your act
What the fuck

[chorus: repeat 2x]
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the don have your techs out
Bring it on, and i'm show you gangsta