fat joe
triplets
Since day one  niggaz died at the Don  'Cause I was anon  now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated  Quadriplegic any squad that want to squab when I'm heated  Not even God can believe it  the way we regulate  And levitate  heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight  Every day I do the same thang  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene   Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me  But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial  With a known friction obsession addiction to shoot ya  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction  Subtractin' my freedom have me missin' in action   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   Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect   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: x2] Every man in this world has a destiny  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin' rid of me   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   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   Dat dats 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 marvelous 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  Dialin 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]  Every man in this world has a destiny  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're ?