Fat Joe feat. Big Pun



My World

Uh, Lotta money in here

Uh, Terror Squad

Now and forever

Top of the world, Tun

Yeah, uh

Yeah, uh



They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten

livin' in the NY city thats rotten

niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'

Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'

But we not cuz we all still shinin'

You average, We floss four karat diamonds

Layin' up in the plushes suite

Wit the thuggish freaks

She love to eat plus bust the heat

We touch the streets wit the same principles

Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you

Joe Crack one in a million

Get cash from drug deals

But still keep the weapons concealed

build wit the gods

todays madd fast cars

who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar

My repitore is far beyond belief

Y'all ain't much to me

Honestly you can't fuck wit me



(Chorus)-Big Pun

It's my life, my money, my world

My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail

Want us to fail cuz you on our dick

But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit

We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb

Before he changed his name and started making wack songs

Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk

was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets



I live the plush life

Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice

Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights

Just the life that the playa portrays

Lookin' laced in my FJ560's

It's many ways that we gon get it

Look how many years we don did it

cop land and build a home in it

That's all I ever wanted dreamed of

create a mean buzz

Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love

You see us on B.E.T.

Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery

Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity

It's been around three years since my last LP

But it gets no better than this

consecutive hits

You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit

conpetitive bitch

I got my enemies mapped out

No doubt

take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house

You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out

the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out

My niggas force black outs

shoot up ya skate key

You love to hate me

pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty



(Chorus)-Big Pun



(Ad-lib til end)

Yeah, gon ride for you

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Gon ride for you

Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)

Yeah, We gon ride for you

We gon ride for you

Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you

Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle

Hold ya head baby, Uh

Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O

Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you

Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you

Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium

Joey Crack, realness

1 (7X's)

Tony Montana, Yeah what