Let The Games Begin

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10) Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas. (Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.) Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. (Speak on it, Joe.) Haha, niggas what! [Fat Joe] At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes? Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin But it appears your empire's fallen Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one The same cats you get ?terroria? from East coast, west coast, man it's all the same Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame It's still insane, since the flow track Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black [Hook:] X 2 It's all about weight, work, guns, yay Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby