Текст песни Fat Joe -  J.O.S.E.   
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[talking] 
Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games 
Niggaz act like it`s a rap.. 
Yeah it`s a rap, for y`all motherf-rr-uckers 
Niggaz replacin the `G` in gangsta, with PR`s and W`s 
Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz 
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus 
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin five borough 
Get at these niggaz straight music! 
 
[Fat Joe] 
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat 
I can`t believe niggaz schemin on Jo-seph 
Nah man, this ain`t the way it`s goin down 
Niggaz talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound 
They fear my presence like the rest of them 
Jose`s the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president 
Now maybe I`m a target on the pedastal 
Got a little fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues 
Start ya little beef, that`s the shit I love to eat 
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed 
My own niggaz let them hoes make `em envy 
Posin like they friendly when I`m knowin they resent me 
That`s the shit that get me aggrevated 
It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin bout "I`m glad ya made it" 
Fake niggaz.. Jers` State niggaz.. 
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz 
You`ve now tuned in to the sounds of Jose 
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day 
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways 
And by niggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.`s 
 
[Hook] 
(J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches! 
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches! 
(S) Still talkin shit, still ain`t shit! 
(E) You envious niggaz can suck my dick! 
 
[talking] 
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y`all feelin the kid 
(O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain`t goin nowhere 
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is 
(E) Blaze niggaz over beats, in the streets 
Joe Crack gon` hold that down 
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV, 
on yo` block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin slice it 
Bastards, POOF!! 
 
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