Sosv, Fat Joe - Bag Right Lyrics

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 sAtats 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
Yesterdays 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