J.O.S.E.

Ayo Crack, these **** is playin' mad childish games

**** act like it's a rap

Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherfruckers

**** replacin' the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's

Pranksta wanksta-ass ****

You know roses go on caskets of those that oppose the squadus

Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough

Get at these **** straight music

Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat

I can't believe **** schemin' on Jo-seph

Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin' down

**** talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound

They fear my presence like the rest of them

Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the president

Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal

Got a little fame now, **** wanna harm me for my revenues

Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat

I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed

My own **** let them hoes make 'em envy

Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin' they resent me

That's the shit that get me aggrevated

It be the same **** in ya face talkin' bout "I'm glad ya made it"

Fake ****, Jers' state ****

Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate ****

You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose

Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day

Mostly heard in penals and project hallways

And by **** blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s

(J) These jealous **** is worse than bitches

(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches

(S) Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit

(E) You envious **** can suck my dick

(J) Hahaha, oh, now y'all feelin' the kid

(O) Yeah ****, South Boogie ain't goin' nowhere

(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is

(E) Blaze **** over beats, in the streets

Joe Crack gon' hold that down

You seen the kid up in' the clubs; BET, MTV

On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin' slice it

Bastards, poof

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