Fat Joe: Temptation pt. I

(Beat Novacane!)[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]Lord forgive me temptation to killBut I gotta give these crackheads the definition of realMotherfucker die - don't look in my eyeTake this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya[Fat Joe]Yup! Death ain't sweet manBut it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' ceaseSome niggaz get cremated, others rest in peaceYou can get shot tomorrow if you test these streetsGo against Crack - hehehe - that's a problemI'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problemChoose one, the AK or revolverI'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpetYeah, this nigga don't careHave your head spinnin like that chick Linda BlairI'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit isBut I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dusYou don't want no problems, problemsFuckin with these frauders {?}I had the ambulance racin the streetHave your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker[Chorus][Fat Joe]Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me aloneOn the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I ownWell at least that's the one I'm claiminYou know a muh'fucker that's realer then name himDamn near a decade done passed and we still on topMy nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stopI'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talkThought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked offShoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow downNiggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go downIn L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the KingsGot other mob bosses kissin my ringDon't confuse me wit'cha favorite MCDifference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for meUntil then it's just...[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yo - wake up in a cold sweat5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ringIt's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dogYou actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easyHe tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour agoI did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch homeNigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest oneThis nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callinHe said, "Joe they tryin to set you upPut you six feet deep tryin to wet you upYou know that nigga Pablo from... AveNow he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'chaNah he sent his sister to the club to come get'chaDAMN! Wake up maI'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!{click-click, BLAM}