Firewater - Fat Joe, Big Pun, Armageddon

(4:30 in the morning, mira

You know what I mean, mira

Let’s get this money sorted and counted, word

Know what I mean, dame tu culo, mami

Give me my shit back, mira, hey yo

Fat Joe and them is here now, word

Shine like marbles, collects diamonds

The remix, add on son

Politic for the real ones…)

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner…

Yo, control this rap like Napoleon, half-Mongolian

Hold it, you owe me in, rock 'em like linolieum, yeah

Lex, diamonds, shin’in like you rhymin', 929'n

Titanium glass, time to play that ass

Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense

Time to pull again, release the shell, well, make 'em yell again

So sleek, but I’ma be maxin' in suites

Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps, hittin' your chick in Jeeps

Miraculously attack your faculty

Who wanna tackle me?

You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free

What?, you got heat, you better pop those

We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes

That rock those, much land discoveries

Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly

Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me

So dissin' me, come on now listen G

You’s a dime I’m a key

Thun, thun straight out of Sicily

Now, back to the stash crib

Joey Crack baggin' up cracks

One love, give 'em G packs kids!

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner…

Word… life, I’ll be the infamous

Who leaks the witnesses, crack’s the wickedest

Run up in your crib, blast your kids

Ain’t no myth in this, shit’s official

I’ll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson

Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven

Gives me an erection

You need protection from the smooth assassin

Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas

Execution fashion

Now who’s the fat one that you love to hate

Catch you at your mother’s wake, smack you

Then I’ll wack you with my snub 38

It doesn’t take much to make me restless

Look at my face and definite lose your breath

Truck my face is Lexus

You want to test this, so really?

I’ll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry

I’m very dangerous and well-connected

I puff an L with Method, then try to

Decide who’s next to fill his neck slit

So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost

Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner…

You guys despise guys like us

Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus

You cuss and claim a bust

You lust for a part of us, you thrust

But can’t touch

Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust

Put the pressure on the mic, I biz

Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back

We’re having sex, tight-ass flex

Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek

Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex

My body’s 95% alcohol, 5% cancer

Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza

Catch me in the cut, easy G’s is burnin' my gut

As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts

I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate

All your version predicates

Done as well as you pronunciate

In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle

Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner…

Yo, I’m all about business and enterprisin'

Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' to widen their horizons

Divisin' ideas with masterminders

Movin' on a stash of diamonds

First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners

Don’t get me wrong I’m a funny bastard

But when it come to money, dunn, I’m not the one to laugh with

I’m after for what, cash can bring me brothers

Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas

Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others

You’se the best, yet, and still

I’m investin' mils on a hunch over lunch

Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test

The real scandalous?

I’m at the Sands in Los Angeles

Plannin' hits with an animist philanthropist

Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists

Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches…

Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond