Yeah, Yeah
  Yeah, Yeah
  Uh, Lotta money in here
  Uh, Terror Squad
  Now and forever
  Top of the world, Tun
  Yeah, uh
  Yeah, uh
  
  They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten
  livin' in the NY city thats rotten
  niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
  Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'
  But we not cuz we all still shinin'
  You average, We floss four karat diamonds
  Layin' up in the plushes suite
  Wit the thuggish freaks
  She love to eat plus bust the heat
  We touch the streets wit the same principles
  Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
  Joe Crack one in a million
  Get cash from drug deals
  But still keep the weapons concealed
  build wit the gods
  todays madd fast cars
  who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
  My repitore is far beyond belief
  Y'all ain't much to me
  Honestly you can't fuck wit me
  
  (Chorus)-Big Pun
  It's my life, my money, my world
  My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
  Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
  But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit
  We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
  Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
  Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
  was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets
  
  I live the plush life
  Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
  Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
  Just the life that the playa portrays
  Lookin' laced in my FJ560's
  It's many ways that we gon get it
  Look how many years we don did it
  cop land and build a home in it
  That's all I ever wanted dreamed of
  create a mean buzz
  Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love
  You see us on B.E.T.
  Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
  Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
  It's been around three years since my last LP
  But it gets no better than this
  consecutive hits
  You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit
  conpetitive bitch
  I got my enemies mapped out
  No doubt
  take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house
  You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
  the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
  My niggas force black outs
  shoot up ya skate key
  You love to hate me
  pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty
  
  (Chorus)-Big Pun
  
  (Ad-lib til end)
  Yeah, gon ride for you
  Yeah, uh, uh, uh
  Gon ride for you
  Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)
  Yeah, We gon ride for you
  We gon ride for you
  Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you
  Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle
  Hold ya head baby, Uh
  Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
  Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
  Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you
  Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
  Joey Crack, realness
  1 (7X's)
  Tony Montana, Yeah what