The Recipe Lyrics

The Recipe lyrics

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo
Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain't think you was gon see this
niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack,
Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[Fat
Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same
team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
Know
all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the
life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often
get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the
shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they
ballin
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real
niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast,
west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the
flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back,
with the mack, we'll let ya know black

[Hook:] X 2
It's all about
weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't
play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe,
Mack 10 baby

[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and
Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken
hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me
lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you
crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a
baby
Don't try to play me cuz I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up
and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies
but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill
somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a
bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as
shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow
your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid
how to ride his bike today

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10]
I hit the la
la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo
Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how
fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push
big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I
usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better
be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make
sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it
ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard
knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty
blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let
the games begin

[Hook] X 2