(Fat Joe speaking)

Yea yea, what

uh, Terror Squad

uh, from the streets to the jail cell

I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that

Charlie Rock el D

Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga

Yo, yo



Verse 1:

Aint no solution for this

Since day one I been true to this shit

Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss

I been provin to hit so you know its really real

I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil

Self made millionaire status

We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest

Come at us if you ready for war

Whoever you are

Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor

Better than ya'll

Niggaz need to face the facts

Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats

Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track

Laced in black - bettin on a horse called Amazin Jack

Joey Crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz

Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas

Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned

Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn



Chorus: I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin

Dont want no people wantin to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name

Bring it on, come on



I ain't know you really want it

How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin

Dont want no people wantin to play my game

And if you really want the problems nigga say my name