[Fat Joe] Since day one, niggaz died at the Don cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight Every day I do the same thang It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
[Big Punisher] Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki? My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya (BLAM)
[Fat Joe] Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action
[Big Punisher] A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol
[Fat Joe] Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect
[Big Punisher] I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold Flex like you been forced, still "bless you" like a chest cold We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go
[Chorus: Big Punisher] Every man in this world has a destiny Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just def dumb and blind you know the pedigree Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me [repeat 2X]
[Fat Joe] Uh, uh, uh, yo! Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar But fast cash don't last forever
[Big Punisher] I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris
[Prospect] Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings My destiny was to shine, ? to climb Especially in time, with the recipe in mind From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you I had to burn my glock and earn my spot The time flew by, had to turn my clock and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what? Prospect'll have to collect dough Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin ? A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave
[Chorus 1X]
[Big Punisher] Every man in this world has a destiny Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just def dumb and blind you know the pedigree Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're ?
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