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The crooked letter L to the Y the B, double O G to the Y that's me
G'd up hoppin' out the ride with heat with a dime piece
Posted in the drivers seat, all yakked up, twistas on my feet
With some kush wrapped up in a swisha sweet got the hood
Jacked up since I hit the streets, all I really need to make

The mix complete is a hood rat butt before I get raw
With a late night [unverified] for the manojae twah, I won't come

My sound we come to take over
MC you better look over your shoulder
Yeah you know we on and on, oh well now

Nuff ah dem ah come an dem ah try dog we out,
Born down pill we are the Ruffneck scouts,
Music we make to make the crowd jump up,
Crowd get hyped explode and erupt ah,

It's the cruelest joke to play,
I'm so high I run in place.
Only a line we separate,
So

I keep on playing our favorite song,
I turn it up, while you're gone.
It's all I got when you're in my head,

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

Shes from Birmingham, bambalam
Way down in Alabama, bambalam
The way she shake that thing, bambalam
Oh she make me sing, bambalam

Yeah... My niggas...
Throw ya hands in the air right now man...
Feel this shit right here...

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe a.k.a Joey Crack]
I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishappenin's,
Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens,
Kids clappin' love to spark the place,

Ease Up a Little bit
Coz I want to rock you
Follow the money spent
well that`s fine to guide you

By my side let`s go for a long ride
In my car ill drive you to my star
Out in space with my time