Fat Joe Follow

[fat joe]
Uh-oh, uh-oh..
Lets get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Lets get it over with, uh!
Terror squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My bronx niggaz, my (? ) niggaz
I see you lil hat! uh, ahaha!
Its time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah.. yo.. yo..

Who wanna spaz out? crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
They the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got def jam suckin me like, "i wish you was my artist"
For starters, whos the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? everything we spit be hot
Whether its live on flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme bout
See me posted up in the tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is gucci and prada
But Im tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?

[hook - fat joe]
Aiyyo the gangstas back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like joe the gods really bringin it back!

[fat joe]
Im from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin aids infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A ceo could get optio
ned tryna change the channel
Its like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the god, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like noahs ark
Im the realest of em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the cris, Im not hatin, Im just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get decapitated
Im sick of hearin em (? ) for all the cats that made it

[hook - fat joe]

[hook 2 - armageddon]
Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably wont clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
Im feelin tight and Im hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

[armageddon]
Thats how kenny rocks, Im more advanced than how your learnin
Im like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while its burnin
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies...
Now I know you c