Fat Joe — The Cypher

[Intro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades] That nigga Diamond D threw me the loop (Oh word? Let's get it) Yo, Nick, let's just go off on this bitch right here, man, classic shit (Straight bars, bro) Go in, no punches no, nothin', man (No type of shit like that) Let's go! Uh! (Cypher style) Yeah! [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Now check it out, I'll kill your baby in your baby carriage Bust a shotgun at your wedding that's a perfect marriage Pray to God a nigga catch your G in his ride Hit 'em with that (BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!) Cracker, stand your ground This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope I see zombies in the trap next to Phantoms and the ghost Pussy on the pole, prophesies an option when you grow up on the stove and your pops is never home, uh We miss the heroin with the tranquilizer, nigga All that's missin' is the thrill of synthesizin', nigga Junkies hobblin' back like like a Clydesdale Throwin' niggas off the boat like crime fell I'm on the top deck on the coast of Tropez Spendin' coins, chasin' tail just to drop heads High times, pull the mag fully loaded chrome Rollin' stones on the cover of the Rolling Stone [Interlude: Fat Joe & Nick Shades] Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! (Ay, you did that shit though, Crack) Yo, Nicky Shades! (Yeah! Yeah!) Hit them niggas with that shit man! (Hey! Hey!) Diamond D on the track! (Yeah!) Ahhhhhh! (Hey!) [Verse 2: Nick Shades] Hey First of all wanna thank my connect for putti'n me on game and always bein' on deck Young Cuban, so I had to get the link up on my neck Then I link the homie Crack to make this money manifest Architect the many schemes with the intent to dividends To come direct in my direction type of shit when shit come in My formula is immaculate, net worth the [?] Slangin' shit the masses want while gettin' lifted by the hemp My niggas always packin' pistols, wanna trip? Then be my guest Blaow! And then we disappear with pure finesse And bitches like Montana tryna end up more like Sosa So I gamble with the coke until my cash flow runneth over Got so many stash spots, my G, more weight than a boulder Rather cliché to save a homie, fuck how you feel And I'ma keep stackin' the stack and make this paper for real From Dade County to The Bronx, I'm tryna come up for real We'll score some bomb piff to reach to way higher conscious Use the ruby from what's blazin to enlighten the darkness [Outro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades] Aight, aight Yo, Nick Nick Nick, chill chill, man! (Oh!) Chill Nick! (Shit nigga!) That's it, Nick! (Man, I can go forever bruh!) Nah Nah Nah Nah, this the future, Nick Shades, chill chill, man! (Hey!)