[Intro - guy talking]  Aiyyo Joe man whats good man  Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit  They runnin off to the Jakes man  They talkin like you ain't hood nigga  What's really gangsta nigga  What up what's poppin man  Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man  Let these niggaz do 88    [Fat Joe]  (yeah uh what uh yo yo)  Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that  Step in the club in Manhat at  And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine  Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name  It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows  Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke  I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat  You can battle me up and get your money right back  Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid  The newspaper shit  Known for crackin niggaz jaws  And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk  Have a forensics specialist outline your corks  About time we fought man  I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie  Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it  You only pretend  Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims  Nigga what    [guy talking]  Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga  I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though  But what's up wit these niggaz though man  these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit  Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts  Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man  What's up    [Fat Joe]  I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week  Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me  Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is  Livest nigga you've ever seen in show biz  And you know this, notice the dime is poppin  Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin  I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres'  Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread  I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us  I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers  I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's  Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin  Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin  I'm only bonin the bitch is if y'all could be gettin  nigga what!!    [guy talking]  Yeah that's what's up Crack  But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo  What's up wit Remy man  Where that bitch at man  Yeah man  Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man  Niggaz in the hood want you to call this bitch out man  What's up man    [Remy Martin]  Yo I don't give a fuck  I don't play that shit  and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga  I run up wit a gat on a nigga  cock back on a nigga  Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga  For every word I spit I get ass cat figures  So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga  And chick is so funny cause I gets gully  Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies  Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob  And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up  Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum  Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em?  Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin  Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle  Shit it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin  Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it  You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila  Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla  See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do  Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you"  My nigga L.V.