Murder rap

[Fat Joe] Uh-oh, uh-oh.. Let's get it over with. Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, UH! Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at? My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha! It's time to take it to these niggaz right here Yeah.. yo.. yo.. Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out Ready to mash out any crew actin like they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights Despite, we hold it down regardless I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist" For starters, who's the largest cat? Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma Headed to the bar to pop some bottles Now we in the car headed home to rock some models All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada We the best that done it, confess you fronted Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?