[Hook]
"Hey Joe, now where you goin with that
Gun in yo' hand?" - Jimi Hendrix
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW~! Yeah
Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherf**in safe
Got crates full of ba**, got pills, got ones
And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun
I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler
A to the K with the motherf**in muffler
Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak
Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach
Don't do it, don't do it, sh** Joey don't do it
I said f** it I'mma push this sh** back to the future
n***as call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger
Bullets like Easy Pa**, they run right through ya
Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya
Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka
I'mma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance
And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh
Joey got a gun, and everybody know
That black kitted car stash box where it go
Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that
Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat
Got old guns for new n***as, my throwback
And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped
Canons so big, bounce, they exit
Play Superman, f** around, get your S split
42 shots to the chest, where your vest went?
No more pa**es for n***as, no exceptions
Got the goons with me and them n***as kinda desperate
Give a n***a a job like Tony, do reception
Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border
Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder
You can hear d**h in my voice, call it manslaughter
Pistol whip the sh** out this b**h, put my hands on her
[Hook]