Testo Think About It - Fat Joe
Testo della canzone Think About It (Fat Joe), tratta dall'album Me, Myself & I
Uh, uh, yeah
It's Coca baby, it's Krills man, haha
Crack, this guy starts nigga, uh, yo, oww
New York, yeah we G'd up
Act up, clap the back of your knees up
Packin the mac at the back of the beamer
Taxin your cash and you askin to ease up
I wanna rock now, comply or get shot down
I know, you gon' hire some cops now
Coca, sun down to sun up
Calicartel, used to be a runner
D-boy, stamp bricks with smiley faces
Show you how to turn that pound into a hundred acres
Let's get it, thank God for makin crack raw
Now how you want it, the window or the chainsaw?
Crack, yeah I'm nice with the knife game
Ice pick change your life with one strike mayne
Too much rappin and we don't rat
We do it for them trap stars servin them packs
And every nigga know from here back to Houston
Joes'll go when push come to shootin
The 44'll lose more than just a tooth man
A hundred shots'll rip your top like where your roof went?
I think he said somethin, bring him back to me
I let the chopper groove, and let the mac boogie
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run (crack)
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
This ain't for the niggas hidin out in they closets
This is for them niggas that's supplyin they projects
The man catch beef, say my nigga I got this
Right in broad day, twist a nigga then pop shit
I ain't playin, I got big guns
My niggas barely speak English, they don't lift son
Strip is mine, nah you ain't eatin here
I run this shit, least in some recent years
And y'all know who rep the streets most
Terror Squad, we put the E in East Coast
So be easy like T.I. said
Or them things'll pop up like a chia pet
Or Chiah Lee, or any given clapper
Exorcist style, get your head spun backwards
Them pistols'll go, your brain gon' splatter
A minute ago you was sayin you get at us
Now why he have to go talk like that?
Get your body outlined with the chalk like that
I guess he must've thought I'da fought them cats
The hardest rule in the book, shoulda brought them gats now
I think he said somethin, bring him back to me
I let the chopper groove, and let the mac boogie
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run (crack)
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
You better think about it, boy you better think about it
Crack, uh, Don Cartagena, fat gangsta, yahmean
You wanna dig in the vault and all that shit, eheh
E-Philly, what's up nigga?
Allegheny, Germantown
Crack, chinga las dos nigga
Let's cook, crack, ch-ch-ch-ch-crack, Khaled
This guy starts nigga, Raoul, oh, yeah
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