[Fat Joe]

Whoa, whoa, whoa

All you frontin-ass niggaz

Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!

Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)

Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)

Yo, yo, yo, yo



Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?

These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire

Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there

Now what it be like?

You confused man, that shit don't even seem right

How you cats on your album only three mics?

Like 'Pac shit is funny to me

All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me

Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone

Love my A-T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches

Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches

Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough

Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp

It's the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E

Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me

No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G

Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?

Are you serious?



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist

Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris'

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes

New sass weave and fucked up toes

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?



[Armageddon]

Now all my ladies put your hands up

Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe

And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes

I only ice the beef and rock the coat

Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke

Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat,

So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it

Get the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillin

Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough

Should've charged me at the door, I woulda let you know

Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy Mo'

Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'

But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent

They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss

I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it

See me in the video like, "Bitch I sucked his dick"





[Chorus: Fat Joe]

You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly

Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro

But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?



[Ludacris]

Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck

Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK

And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack

Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked

and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners

Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us

are headed East - bound, trouble in West other than South

Cover your chest, they cover your mouth

I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in need

Thirty degrees and you heard it from me

but I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun

They scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some fun

They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread

If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead

So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted

and folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type

But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam

We did time in what joint? I don't know you man!

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?



[Fat Joe]

Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror

Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that

Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh

Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001

Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that

Yeah..