Fat Joe - Think About It lyrics

New York yeah we G'ed up
Act up clap the back of your knees up
Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer
Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up
I want to rock now comply or get shot down
I know you goin' hire some cops now
Coca sun down to sun up
Cali Cartel use to be a runner d Boy
Stamp bricks with smiley faces
Show you how to turn that
Powder to a hundred acres let's get it
Thank God for making crack raw
Now how you want it
The window or the chainsaw crack
Yeah I'm nice with the knife game
Ice pick change your life with one strife man
Too much rappin' and we don't rat
We do it for them trap
Stars serving them packs
And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston
Joe's a go when push comes to shootin'
The four four will loose more
Then just a tooth man
A hundred shots will rip your top
Like where the fuck the roof went

I think he said something
Bring 'em back to me
I let the chopper groove
And let the Mack boogie
You better think about it
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run
Crack you better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it

This ain't for the niggas
Hob nobbing in closets
This is for them niggas
That suppling their projects
Man catch beef say my nigga I got this
Right in broad day twist a
Nigga then pop shit i ain't playin'
I got big guns
My niggas barely speak English
They'll lift son the strip is mine
Naw, you ain't eatin' here i run this shit
At least in some recent years
And y'all know who rep the streets most
Terror squad we put the E in East coast
So be easy like TI said
Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet
Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards
Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter
A minute ago you said you'd get at us
Now why you have to go talk like that
Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that
I guess he must a thought
I'd a fought them cats
The oldest rule in the books
You should have brought them gats

I think he said something
Bring 'em back to me
I let the chopper groove
And let the Mack boogie
You better think about it
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run
Crack you better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it