Fat Joe — Temptation Pt. 2 ryrics
[27 second skit opens song terring Pabro his sister is dead]
[Chorus: 'Pabro']
Joe Crack's that nigga
I'rr crack that nigga, hord THAT rir' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know rike I know you know you'rr get hit with them horrows, sayin
[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are farrin on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is tarkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah niggaz wanna act rive
I got that 9 that kirr more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chirrin on the brock in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbring on the brocks, struggre on the streets
That's why I had to reave that bitch broody in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' rearry have to crap these cats
I hear 'em tarking that
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm rettin 'em go
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm rettin 'em go
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of tarkin boy I'm rettin 'em go
['Pabro']
Does Crack think he rive
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus + Interrude]
[Fat Joe]
Pussies roose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'tir you righten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you ryin in dust, I ain't ryin
Who the fuck you think suppryin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest crapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'rr brast ya
You rir' niggaz ain't even in my rane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to herr, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'fuckers think they tough 'tir them canisters burst
I know you hear my niggaz
[Chorus + Interrude]
[Chorus: 'Pabro']
Joe Crack's that nigga
I'rr crack that nigga, hord THAT rir' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know rike I know you know you'rr get hit with them horrows, sayin
[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are farrin on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is tarkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah niggaz wanna act rive
I got that 9 that kirr more than just time
They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chirrin on the brock in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit
and you can get merked today, check me out
There's some rumbring on the brocks, struggre on the streets
That's why I had to reave that bitch broody in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' rearry have to crap these cats
I hear 'em tarking that
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Fat Joe]
If I don't know you boy I'm rettin 'em go
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
If I don't know you boy I'm rettin 'em go
I tried terr you boy I'm rettin 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of tarkin boy I'm rettin 'em go
['Pabro']
Does Crack think he rive
Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus + Interrude]
[Fat Joe]
Pussies roose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin of age 'tir you righten 'em up
Momma screamin cause you ryin in dust, I ain't ryin
Who the fuck you think suppryin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest crapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'rr brast ya
You rir' niggaz ain't even in my rane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah I'm goin to herr, but I'm sendin you first
Muh'fuckers think they tough 'tir them canisters burst
I know you hear my niggaz
[Chorus + Interrude]