Bag Right (feat. Fat Joe)

Yea, yea, wassup ya this ya boy Joe Crack the don Chilling with the homie Sosa Bx stand up, Soundview This joint right here is called Bag Right, get ya back right It's Fat Joe, Crack We from New York, we only pop out if the bag right yea The reaper, the boss, they pullin up we uppin the straps right yea Points on the board huh they Uppin the stats right Yea she blowing the gang just like bag pipes I was king of the land in my last life Got the world in my hand cause I rap right You can keep it if I gotta ask twice If they reaching you know it's they last fight And I'm preaching I needed the cash right And humble I gave up my last slice From the jungle I move with my flashlight If I fumble you niggas is dead right Put him under he dropped at the red light yea And I'm in New York You feel the love and the pain in my talk I had to walk through the rain to get off Better days hope it don't rain anymore We not on the block we don't play anymore You niggas could talk but don't say anymore You niggas could start but I stay with it on I leave with a lot cause I came with it all yea A nigga fucked up but he stuck but he walk with a weapon Any luck and he struck with a FN If it's up then it's stuck on brethren Run it up in a month ima made man Shorty sit on my face like these ray bands I ain't need no advice or the fake friends I ain't do this shit twice we on take 10 ya But we ain't the same, nah I really don't wanna be nameless I really don't wanna be famous The money I make it's contagious But I told you before it won't change us I float on the mic I'm so dangerous Yesterday's price ain't the same ya, yea You really don't know what it cost us AMG car we got more stuff Yea we ballin don't try to indorse us If we pull up we wallen it's all love And I'm out on the island all good Homie tuckin the iron it's four foot Coming back and I'm buying my old hood We from New York we only pop out if the bag right yea The reaper, the boss, they pullin up we uppin the straps right yea Points on the board huh... they Uppin the stats right Yea she blowing the gang just like bag pipes I was king of the land in my last life Got the world in my hand cause I rap right You can keep it if I gotta ask twice If they reaching you know it's they last fight And I'm preaching I needed the cash right And humble I gave up my last slice From the jungle I move with my flashlight If I fumble you niggas is dead right Put him under he dropped at the red light You really don't know what it cost us AMG car we got more stuff Yea we ballin don't try to indorse us If we pull up we wallen it's all love And I'm out on the island all good Homie tuckin the iron it's four foot Coming back and I'm buying my old hood