[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]
[Hook: 'Pablo']
Joe Crack's that n***a
I'll crack that n***a, hold THAT lil' n***a
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin
[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
n***as is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah n***as wanna act live
I got that 9 that k** more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot sh**
And you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that b**h bloody in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
f** around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that
[Hook]
[Interlude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go
I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go
['Pablo']
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a f** about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'mma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared n***a, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Hook] + [Interlude]
[Fat Joe]
Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin
Who the f** you think supplyin the d**?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
To the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you ba*tards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya
You lil' n***as ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'f**ers think they tough 'til them canisters burst
I know you hear my n***as
[Hook] + [Interlude]