(feat. Ghetto Dwellas)



[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]