Fat Joe Follow

cried at wakes, these are the breaks
Kurtis blow your head off like jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, aint no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in the range or in the lex coupe
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boos
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, Im a whiz (mm, mmm)
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
It aint shit but for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the fuck, joe crack, twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks (yea yea yea)

Chorus 2x

(puff daddy talkin over chorus)
Terror squad, and bad boy
Joey crack, big pun
I see you

Cant sleep, ten deep
Yea, uh-huh
Adios to manana
Terror squad, what?
Bad boy, khanmean?
Joey crack, big pun
I see you, I see you
Cmon, yea, yea, say what say what?
Say what say what?
Uh-huh

I see you.. take that..
Adios to manana!