Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)
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*phone conversation*
[Fat Joe]
Since day one, niggas doubted the Don
Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated
Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate
And levitate, heavyweight niggas like they was featherweight
Every day I do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
[Big Punisher]
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggas truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggas off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggas that really live the lyrics
Niggas really fear us, they must've heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army colours, Willie niggas that laundry dollars
I'm Nostradamus predictin' the future, my position is crucial
With a known friction obsession addiction to shoot ya *BLAM*
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin my freedom have me missin' in action
[Big Punisher]
A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol
[Fat Joe]
Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the name you respect
[Big Punisher]
I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold
Flex like you been forced, still "bless you" like a chest cold
We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode
Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go
Chorus: Big Punisher
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
Deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me
(repeat 2X)
[Fat Joe]
Uh, uh, uh, yo!
Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat
And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max 'n' better, out for the ass 'n' cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever
[Big Punisher]
I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers
And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris
[Prospect]
Dat dat's the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, ? to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this
I was a part of this, and marvellous stats, it wasn't hard to miss
And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Diallin' 905 to L-A-X with somethin' I was tryin to drive
A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin'?
A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave
Chorus 1X
[Big Punisher]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
Deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm dead in the middle of little Italy
*phone conversation*
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