Fat Joe - Let the Games Begin lyrics

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10) Yeah, Terror Squad motherf**er! (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh I know you ain't think you was gon see this n***as (Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.) Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10 (Speak on it, Joe.) Haha, n***as what! [Fat Joe] At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all n***as on my same team be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate Show you how warm my f**in coffee get My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes Why do n***as stay platinum with the sh**iest rhymes? Can't call it, all these n***as claim that they ballin But it appears your empire's fallen f**in with Joe and Pun, real n***as since day one The same cats you get To Re-Up from East coast, west coast, man it's all the same n***as won't know sh** till they feel the flame It's still insane, since the flow track Blowin your whole back, with the Mack, we'll let ya know black [Hook:] X 2 It's all about weight, work, guns, yay Real motherf**ers chase dough and don't play Y'all motherf**ers don't move, we don't spray Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby [Big Punisher] Check what you never thought Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the Chicken Hawk We the truest cuz k**ers walk in muddy boots Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose f** is you talkin like you crazy Barkin like you eighty Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby Don't try to play me cuz I'm not a playa Hey yo I shot the place up and pa** the heat off like a hot potatoe I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy So I hope it happen rappin before I have to k** somebody That's how it is in the stone jungle If you known to own a bundle guaranteed n***a gon mug you And no one love you when you broke as sh**, focus kid Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? coke is it Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today [Hook] X 2 [Mack 10] I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack Real n***as push big weight and big sacks Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36 I hope you can count n***a, better be precise If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin [Hook] X 2