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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Vocals
Tuggawar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Cannon
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Neofytos Neofytou
Songwriter
Headley Bennett
Songwriter
Huford Benjamin Brown
Songwriter
Robert Lyn
Songwriter
Jackie Mittoo
Songwriter
Leroy Sibbles
Songwriter
Ogilvie Fitzroy Simpson
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Morris Dickerson
Songwriter
Leroy Jordan
Songwriter
Charles Miller
Songwriter
Lee Oskar
Songwriter
Howard Scott
Songwriter
Thomas Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Producer
Rich Boy Jody
Recording Engineer
No Cred Kev
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm the new Spike Lee, I'm the new Spike Lee
Went from selling Knicks to kicks all on the court
Seat so close I'm calling plays with the coach
In and out of huddles, Knicks named me the muscle
Real Badman, twenty-two baby mother
Baby slinging Similac, I was bread and butter
Three holes in your head, tried to ball out the gutter
Drop a pin and my men will strike
Cayman Islands, ain't an op in sight
My **** keep spinning, worse than Deontay Wilder fights
[Verse 2]
Sensitive thugs, you all need slugs
I wouldn't dap a **** with a sanitized glove
I see you, love, and I wish you all the luck
I'm lawyered up and still scared to give a bitch a hug
The long arm will push you over the edge
Cell got your name on it, toilet and bed
Then come home acting familiar
When you press them now they civilians
I'm out in Jamaica with all the tings son
You with the scams you pulling on Sean Kingston
[Verse 3]
Ayo Cool and Dre
Bumbo pussy raasclaat to them ya know, man
Yo, Joe Crack
I wan pussyclat to dem
Talk movements, we put gunshots through them
When me rise up da ting with da click that bend
Full 'em up a gunshot then reload again
If ya feel, say ya brave jist step pon me ends
Then the pussy make the headline news at 10
I hate rats and feds, I'm from a place if ya snitch then ya dead
Man of war strapped just to protect them head
Gunman a runup on ya cover and lead, nuttin' more said
The streets so cold, I don't give a fuck call me the North Pole
AK's strapped to my back like a pole
Circle the block in the flats on my own
Wargod zone, bust my gun till ya face rearranged on the curb
Arrow fly like bird I'm so fuckin' absurd
Pussyhole mark my word, got me gun de ma lurk
If you dis terror squad, we put your face pon a shirt
Buss it up till the rasclatt gun won't work
A dozen so hot, put ya face in da dirt
Gonna fight and serve
Automatic pon repeat, twelve holes through your shirt
Pussy gone in de dirt
Written by: C. W. Miller, Charles Miller, Don Cannon, Harold Brown, Headley Bennett, Howard Scott, Huford Benjamin Brown, Jackie Mittoo, Joseph Cartagena, Lee Oskar, Leroy Jordan, Leroy Sibbles, Marcello Valenzano, Morris Dickerson, Neofytos Neofytou, Ogilvie Fitzroy Simpson, Robert Lyn, Thomas Allen