文本歌词

Think About It - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
New York
Yeah we geed up
Act up
Clap the back of your knees up
Packing the Mack in the back of the bummer
Taxing your cash and you asking to ease up
I want to rock now
Comply or get shot down
I know
You going hire some cops now
Coca
Sun down to sun up
Lily 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 rapping and we don't rat
We do it for them trap stars serving them packs
And niggle know from way back to Houston
Jones a go when push comes to shooting
The four four will loose more then just a tooth man
A hundred shots will rip your top like where the f**k the roof went
I think he said something
Bring 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 me out your a** 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 niggard hob nabbing in closets
This is for them niggard that supping their projects
Man catch beef say my niggle I got this
Right in broad day twist a niggle then pop sh*t
I ain't playing
I got big guns
My niggard barely speak English
They'll lift son
The strip is mine
Now you ain't eating here
I run this sh*t
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 t I said
Or them things cull pop up like a chi pet
Or chi Ali or any given clapper
Exorcist style get your sh*t spun backwards
Them pistols cull go your brain goes 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 gars
I think he said something
Bring 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 me out your a** best run
Crack
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it