[Forte'   Chorus]
 They Got Me killin with them
 They Got Me sinnin' with them
 Smokin' drum  holdin' arms  bustin' guns with them

 They Got Me fearin' the pen  cuz I don't want to go in
 It's going on and n on and n on  again!

 [Forte'   Verse One]

 Yo  Call my lawyer
 They ran up on me son  ain't nothin' for ya
 Two shots  my allabies  I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
 Fight on  ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
 Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
 Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts
 With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!
 Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan
 Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me
 Indeed I, feel stressed
 Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s
 Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
 Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
 Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
 The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol's never distilled
 A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!

 [Forte- Chorus 2x]

 [ Fat Joe - Verse Two]

 Ungh, yeah yeah...
 I live a plush life
 Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice
 Bumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights
 Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye
 Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise
 If one of us dies, his fam gets a share
 Every man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair
 We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the
 residuals
 Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin'
 Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection
 I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces
 A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions
 I'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home
 Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own
 But now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own
 My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!

 [Forte' - Chorus 2x]

 [Fat Joe - Verse 3]

 Ungh...Yeah..Yo....
 For the right price
 I'll put any rapper on ice
 Over three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice
 Send him to Christ, taking his life's not a problem
 I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album
 Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe
 Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe
 You didn't know, my shit is game tight
 The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe
 It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!
 Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer
 My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot
 Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!

 [Forte']

 Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock
 Let's fly the kite to his Ma
 You leave the key inside the breadbox
 I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
 Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine
 No time to be fair, I build in this square
 I'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share
 The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush
 9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'
 She tryin' to send the god up to the island
 Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned
 The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens
 Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted
 Louisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!

 [Forte' - Chorus 2x]

 [Destruct - Verse Four]

 We're just thugs for life
 Bustin' slugs for life
 Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
 Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight
 Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
 Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
 My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right
 We're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life
 Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!

 Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)
 Forte