Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo

[Verse 1]
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could it be but the squad's O.G?
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n something
Menages, orgies believe me its nothing
The girls want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies

Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?

[Chorus]
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' wont you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just wont mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time

Believe me is nothing

[Verse 2]
Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn
Still got my Name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
Haters want me, they love to slut me
Mad because my fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-r on the landing strip
When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
When pun died, half of y'all cried
The other half wanna See my demise
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach new heights it's unforgettable
Follow the don is all we kept telling you
Once you down with the squad you can never give up
No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that

It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like 'mine'll get better one time' you dick blowers

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
Ten years in the game - and still going hard -
Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Uhh, my whole life never been more focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
The newspaper reported the scene was atrocious
And still find the time to please girls
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing

"Turn Me On"
(feat. Ronda Blackwell)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti..
Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me

[Irv Gotti]
We back, my nigga Chink Santana

Murder Inc., Terror Squad

[Chorus: Ronda Blackwell + (Fat Joe)]
Boy you keep on turning me..
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feeling all alone
(Love it when you turn me on)
Boy you keep on turning me..
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singing this song

Love the way you turn me on

[Fat Joe]
Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rolling wit
Relax, and let Crack take control of this
Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and Coka Cola mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
So now we rolling this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Let's smoke a lil, climb high in tha trees
Choke a lil while my hand rub your thigh and your knees
You know that silly shit, and now it's ten on six
We in the village jus a lil ripped
Pumping Jodeci while a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
This is your song ma, crackalate
So when it's time to get it on she gon know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady saying that I'm turning her on, I'm like "I know"

Didn't your friends tell you that you fucking wit Joe? Oh boy

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, smooth cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then cool, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girl at Mya
We could, go to Papayas and, talk the night up
Tell me bout yourself, your hopes, your dreams, your struggles
I'm tryna ta front but I'm feelin ta touch you
I got the heat on blast, I bet you thinkin like "He want ass"
But still you thinkin that you might
Playin the rules, pretendin to be a fool
When you ask silly questions like "What we gon do?"
I'ma leave it your hands, let you make your move

Now you want me to stay over, games over

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe] Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama

[Ronda B] Yeah

[Fat Joe] Bag it up, sing this song

[Ronda B] Love it when you turn me on

[Fat Joe]
Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin in the living room
My heart racing cuz I know I'm gon hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my lap
Don't stop like that, put it on Crack
Let me beat it from the back, now I'm pounding it right
Wearing a thong on my head cuz you know I'm wild for tonight
When we done talk a lil bit to keep her in the groove
Try ta make it last so my exit is smooth, ya know

[Chorus 2x w/ Fat Joe ad libs]