and Charlie sees the board in four more weeks

[Chorus 2x]
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed

To get where I'm going to

[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.S. the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell Ton' that we still missin him

I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

[Chorus 2x]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a nigga that was clappin in the streets
start yappin to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryna do me, sell a few CD's

Buy land in Miami and cop a new B come on!

[Joe talking]
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin through
Niggaz lookin at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear; money'll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now!

[Chorus 2x]

"We Thuggin (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin)

[Fat Joe]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all

[Remy Martin]
Remix y'all

[Fat Joe]

[Remy Martin]
The remix y'all

[Fat Joe]
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)

[Remy Martin]
And when it's packed like The Garden

You know it's the Squadron

[Fat Joe]
The god, Fat Joe

[Remy Martin]
And that bitch, Remy Martin

[Remy Martin & R. Kelly]
We thuggin'

[Fat Joe]
You know the rest

Got the tank top on that show the vest

[Remy Martin]
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

[Fat Joe]
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress

[Remy Martin]
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess

But, I got four niggas in my truck

[Fat Joe]
And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up

[Remy Martin]
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk

[Remy Martin & Fat Joe]

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops