Fat Joe - Safe 2 Say (incredible) lyrics

Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat n***a! Uh! "Once again back is the incredible, the incredible" Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is Crack, ain't been gone before a week And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space Pile high to the top of the Empire State Crack! (Crack! Crack! Crack!) Once again so you know it Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov sh** Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours Truly just check the suicide doors Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor Lookin back I did the sh** to d**h I guess I ain't k**in it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this [Chorus:] I got the streets on smash, n***az on the corner watching me roll past The b**hes they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible, the incredible" Dope man dope man, I got that coke man Brother Joe man the king of the streets TS we incredibly credible like Stun said It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads And you know that K go chop chop chop In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate That's when it became apparent to me That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me I plead innocent your honor I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece Problem is when I win, my team eats But wait, just think the opposite of that You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats n***a [Chorus] Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just co*k back Ask for the money and d**, say you ain't got that Where the cops at? prayin that they comin Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach On my waist you know I got keep that oven For ya ginger bread pie a** n***az the heat's running on high Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you n***az humble pie [Chorus] Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat n***a! Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid! Owwwwwwwwwwwww! New York!