[Intro: Fat Joe]
  Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
  Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
  Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
  That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
  I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
  This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
  Raul ya heard me?
  Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
  Sound boy turn this shit up right here
    [Fat Joe]
  I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno
  Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
  Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
  Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
  Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
  They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
  Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
  I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
  Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
  What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
  Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
  From Crook from way back done took the game back
  Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
  She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
  Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
  Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
  Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
  I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
  and clear the block in no time
  Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka
    [Chorus: Fat Joe]
  Take a look at my life, and you can see that
  I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
  Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
  So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
  Take a look at my life, and you can see that
  I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
  Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
  So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
    [Fat Joe]
  First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
  My Lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
  Oh no he ain't come back like that
  Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
  It's the thirteenth al spinna
  Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
  Me and Diddy skippin out on bills
  Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
  Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin since the first song
  Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
  Ass all out, just swoonin the crowd
  Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
  You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
  Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
  You must not be reading it right
  Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
  Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
  with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
  TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
  To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!
    [Chorus]
    [Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
  Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
  The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
  Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
  I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of you
  motherfuckers
  Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
  2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
  Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me