featuring Destruct Fat Joe



[Forte' Chorus]



They Got Me killin with them

They Got Me sinnin' with them

Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them



They Got Me fearin' the pen cuz I don't want to go in

It's going on and n on and n on again!



[Forte' Verse One]



Yo Call my lawyer

They ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya

Two shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya

Fight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on

Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness

Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts

With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!

Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan

Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me

Indeed I, feel stressed

Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s

Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s

Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will

Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!

The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol's never distilled

A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!



[Forte- Chorus 2x]



[ Fat Joe - Verse Two]



Ungh, yeah yeah...

I live a plush life

Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice

Bumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights

Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye

Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise

If one of us dies, his fam gets a share

Every man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair

We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the

residuals

Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin'

Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection

I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces

A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions

I'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home

Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own

But now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own

My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!



[Forte' - Chorus 2x]



[Fat Joe - Verse 3]



Ungh...Yeah..Yo....

For the right price

I'll put any rapper on ice

Over three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice

Send him to Christ, taking his life's not a problem

I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album

Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe

Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe

You didn't know, my shit is game tight

The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe

It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!

Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer

My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot

Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!



[Forte']



Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock

Let's fly the kite to his Ma

You leave the key inside the breadbox

I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers

Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine

No time to be fair, I build in this square

I'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share

The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush

9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'

She tryin' to send the god up to the island

Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned

The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens

Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted

Louisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!



[Forte' - Chorus 2x]



[Destruct - Verse Four]



We're just thugs for life

Bustin' slugs for life

Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite

Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight

Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!

Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!

My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right

We're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life

Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!



Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)

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