[Forte` - Chorus]
They Got Me killin with them
They Got Me sinnin` with them
Smokin` drum, holdin` arms, bustin` guns with them
They Got Me fearin` the pen, cuz I don`t want to go in
It`s going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
[Forte` - Verse One]
Yo, Call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain`t nothin` for ya
Two shots, my allabies, I`m with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don`t leave no witness
Like Larry Fishburne, I`ll meet in Hawthorne, pushin` lefts
With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit`s on!
Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan
Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me
Indeed I, feel stressed
Clutched my shorty`s chest smokin` C.I.`s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.`s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you`re shook real, y`all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol`s never distilled
A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!
[Forte- Chorus 2x]
[ Fat Joe - Verse Two]
Ungh, yeah yeah...
I live a plush life
Nothin` on my wrist, crushed ice
Bumpin` the heist, in the GS with the bug lights
Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye
Cut up pies from night, `til the sunrise
If one of us dies, his fam gets a share
Every man`s treated fair, no one`s getting his hand kissed in the chair
We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the
residuals
Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin`
Snappin` necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection
I`m still rejecting offers from half the forces
A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions
I`m still enforcing, but only when it`s close to home
Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own
But now I`m fully grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It`s on!
[Forte` - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3]
Ungh...Yeah..Yo....
For the right price
I`ll put any rapper on ice
Over three gods, Terror Squad`ll cough `em up real nice
Send him to Christ, taking his life`s not a problem
I`ve been robbin` niggas and pullin` triggas way before my album
Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe
Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe
You didn`t know, my shit is game tight
The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe
It ain`t right, but I don`t give a - UNGHH!
Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer
My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot
Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!
[Forte`]
Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock
Let`s fly the kite to his Ma
You leave the key inside the breadbox
I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
Glass table meetings with Dons, I`m nice wit` mine
No time to be fair, I build in this square
I`m holdin` it there, my corporation`s like a million in share
The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush
9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin`
She tryin` to send the god up to the island
Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned
The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens
Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted
Louisville`s aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!
[Forte` - Chorus 2x]
[Destruct - Verse Four]
We`re just thugs for life
Bustin` slugs for life
Forte`, Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight
Cap`s casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
Cap`s casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain`t right
We`re just thugs for life, bustin` slugs for life
Forte`! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!
Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)
Forte` !
