J.O.S.E. - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aiyyo Crack, these niggas is playin' mad childish games

Niggas act like it's a rap..

Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers

Niggas replacin' the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's

Pranksta wanksta-ass niggas

You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus

Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough

Get at these niggas straight music!

Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat

I can't believe niggas schemin' on Jo-seph

Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down

Niggas talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound

They fear my presence like the rest of them

Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the president

Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal

Got a little fame now, niggas wanna harm me for my revenues

Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat

I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed

My own niggas let them hoes make 'em envy

Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin' they resent me

That's the shit that get me aggrevated

It be the same niggas in ya face talkin' bout "I'm glad ya made it"

Fake niggas.. Jers' State niggas..

Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggas

You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose

Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day

Mostly heard in penals and project hallways

And by niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s

(J) These jealous niggas is worse than bitches!

(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!

(S) Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit!

(E) You envious niggas can suck my dick!

(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin' the kid

(O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere

(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is

(E) Blaze niggas over beats, in the streets

Joe Crack gon' hold that down

You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV

On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin' slice it

Bastards, POOF!!

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