Released on September 1, 1998

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[Intro]

*phone conversation*


[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Since day one, niggas doubted the Don

'Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond

Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated

Quadriplegic any squad that wanna squabble when I'm heated

Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate

And levitate heavyweight niggas like they was featherweight

Every day I do the same thing

It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene


[Verse 2: Big Punisher]

Yo, this a man's game, it's a shame how niggas truly mock me

But who can stop me from breakin' niggas off like Fujiyaki?

My crew's probably the only niggas that really live the lyrics

Niggas really fear us, they must've heard we really killers

We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters

And army colors, Willie niggas that laundry dollars

I'm Nostradamus predictin' the future, my position is crucial

With a non-fiction obsession addiction to shoot ya

[Verse 3: Fat Joe & Big Punisher]

Ayo, I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction

Subtracting my freedom have me missin' in action

A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw

The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol

Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck

That's why Don Cartagena's the name you'll respect

I'll leave a pain in your chest that'll make you question your threshold

Flex like you bench four, still "bless you" like a chest cold

We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode

You dick rode me long enough, Dunn, now you can let go


[Chorus: Big Punisher]

Every man in this world has a destiny

Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me

Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree

Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me

Every man in this world has a destiny

Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me

Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree

Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me


[Verse 4: Fat Joe]

Uh, uh, uh, yo!

Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat

And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac

Hold me back this max and better, out for the ass and cheddar

But fast cash don't last forever


[Verse 5: Big Punisher]

I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers

And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches acting jealous

Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras

200 inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris


[Verse 6: Prospect]

Dat dat's the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings

Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings

My destiny was to shine, the best of me to climb

Especially in time, with the recipe in mind

From the jump start, they ain't have to pump heart in this

I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss

And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue

Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you

I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot

The time flew by, had to turn my clock

And start with a new resume, I run into that bitch named Des'ree

She ain't believe my dream was a better way

Prospect'll have to collect dough

Diallin' 905 to LAX with somethin' I was tryna drive

A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin' brave

A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave


[Chorus: Big Punisher]

Every man in this world has a destiny

Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me

Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree

Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me

Every man in this world has a destiny

Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me

Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree

Better get ready because I'm dead in the middle of little Italy


[Outro]

*phone conversation*