Fat Joe — Firewater

[Intro] (4:30 in the morning) Mira (You know what I mean) Mira Dame este culo, mami (Give me my shit back, mira) Hey, yo Fat Joe and them is here now, word (Shine like marbles) Collects diamonds (The remix) Yo, add on, son Politic for the real ones (Yo) [Chorus: Raekwon] We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, control this rap like Napoleon, half-Mongolian Hold it, you owe me in, rock 'em like linoleum, yeah Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin', 929-in' Titanium glass, time to play that ass Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense Time to pull again, release the shell, well, make 'em yell again So sleek, but I'ma be maxin' in suites Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps Hittin' your chick in Jeeps Miraculously attack your faculty Who wanna tackle me? You Jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free What? You got heat, you better pop those We movin' like gestapos through underground potholes That rock those, much land discoveries Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly Who livin' lovely? Half a brick to cover me So dissin' me, come on now, listen, G You's a dime, I'm a key Thun-thun, straight out of Sicily Now back to the stash crib Joey Crack baggin' up cracks One love, give 'em G-Packs, kids [Chorus: Raekwon] We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Word, life, I'll be the infamous Who leaves no witnesses, crack's the wickedest Run up in your crib, blast your kids Ain't no myth in this, shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson 'Cause my obsession with sendin' rappers to Heaven gives me an erection You need protection from the smooth assassin Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas Execution fashion Now who's the fat one that you love to hate? Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll wack you with my snub .38 It doesn't take much to make me restless Look at my face and definite lose your breath Truck up, my face is Lexus You want to test this, so really? I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry I'm very dangerous and well-connected I puff an L with Method Then try to decide who's next to fill his neck slit So respected and admired, the boss retired, you lost Wu-Tang, your Terror Squad, vaya con Dios [Chorus: Raekwon] We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner [Verse 3: Armageddeon] You guys despise guys like us Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus You cuss and claim a bust You lust for a part of us, you thrust, but can't touch Plus, we far from any type of fellas you can trust Put the pressure on the mic, I biz press to your chest Sound like sweat on my back, we're having sex, tight-ass flex Pretty Pocahontas, pussy sweet like my new TEC Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut As I remember my menage-à-trois was minded by sluts I question-mark your heart, punctuate your fate All your verbs and predicates done as well as you pronunciate N-O-F, we're gonna break you off the isle Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender [Chorus: Raekwon] We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner [Verse 4: Big Punisher] Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin' Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' to widen their horizons Divisin' ideas with master-minders Movin' on a stash with Diamonds First we get the cash, then we laugh like mynas Don't get me wrong, I'm a funny bastard But when it come to money, done, I'm not the one to laugh with I'm after for what cash can bring me, brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh like hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers Believe them others you're the best Yes, and still I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch Puffin' on a Chesterfield Who want test the real scandalous? I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles Plannin' hits with anonymous philanthropists Spanish kids, close to God like evangelists Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches [Chorus: Raekwon] We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner