Fat Joe, Big Pun, Armageddon, Raekwon - Firewater lyrics

(4: 30 in the morning) Mira
(You know what I mean) Mira
Dame este culo, mami
(Give me my shit back, mira) Hey, yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine like marbles) Collects diamonds
Yo, add on, son
Politic for the real ones (Yo)

We gettin' 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 linoleum, yeah
Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin'
929-in'


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' lovely? Half a brick to cover me
So dissin' me, come on now, listen, G
You's a dime, I'm a key
Thunthun, straight out of Sicily
Now back to the stash crib
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em G-Packs, kids

We gettin' 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 leaves no 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 obsession with 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 up, 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
You lost
Wu Tang, your Terror Squad, vaya con Dios

We gettin' 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 TEC
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-à-trois
Was minded by sluts
I question mark your heart
Punctuate your fate
All your verbs and predicates done
As well as you pronunciate
N-O-F, we're gonna break you off the isle
Take COs hostage Arab style, no surrender

We gettin' 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 master-minders
Movin' on a stash with Diamonds
First we get the cash
Then we laugh like mynas
Don't get me wrong, I'm a funny bastard
But when it come to money, done
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 like hyenas
Back to Ringling Brothers
Believe them others you're the best
Yes, and still I'm investin' mils
On a hunch over lunch
Puffin' on a Chesterfield
Who want test the real scandalous?
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hit's with anonymous philanthropists
Spanish kids, close to God like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches

We gettin' 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