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Versuri We run this s***t
- Fat Joe

[Fat Joe]
Yo ah! You know who rule this s***t
City is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne
Anybody want beef with the D. O. N
Guaranteed it would be O. N
I could see your kint
Crouched up over in a humble position
Praying hard oh my god if he only would listen
Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave you roto
The side of your face the size of a plate
For hiding the weight you just should of give it
My squad bring horror to rap like Wes Craven
Any track I spitted on, I s***tted on
Anybody disagree'n with that we could get it on
Keep a fitted on to match the rest of my clothing
Got a ill with just the leapardcan showing
And he got a pipe in his mouth that's how
Like to see the fiend with a pipe in they mouth (nigga)
If my bitch a disrespect shot light in the couch
Best believe I'm a squeeze this freaking pipe in his mouth
I'm the kid that they yapping about they just won't stop
Pearl white Cadillac you got it drop.

Yeah, yeah Crack that how how we got to put down my nigga
We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go