One Shot (Killed For Less) (feat. Fat Joe)

Cook! (Yeah!)

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uhh

It's that killa crack street music

(It's that Block Royal, Terror Squad music)

Crack, cook (Joell Ortiz nigga)

Listen (Knobody, WHAT UP!)

One shot, two shot, three shot, OHH! OHH!

That'll send him right to the morgue

Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit

That's for the wife and the kids

(I don't care about your money or that shit on your chest)

Niggaz get killed for less!

(And all that shit you be talkin man we ain't impressed)

Niggaz get killed for less!

Whether, closed caption or high definition

You could probably find me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin

"Ain't this a bitch man? That's Joey from the Bronx

And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the songs nigga?"

He ain't lyin, I'm a chemist on that table

My needle with the beige make the competition hate you

Couple deaths on the block, now they rate you

Lil' Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot

One shot, two shot, 'nother nigga down

CSI searchin but his face can't be found nigga

Shit is crazy on the streets of the Bronx

Niggaz yellin "Shots fired" but police won't respond

Where I'm from niggaz pump that bass

And holler at your lil' sister right in front of your face nigga

The working man's a sucker you heard, see

Nigga's gettin hot for twenty years, still thirsty

I guess they share a bond with the 'caine

Now that's what I call rekindlin old flames

Get it? Who else but Coca in the Rover?

Sports kitted, coulda been my 'ghini or my 'rossa

Life is for the living, get a chauffeur

Find yourself a bitch that don't mind eatin chocha

We spit murder, you's a victim, boy

If that ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy!

Nah.. So don't die over nothin, let your lil' crew gas ya ass

Cause on my block I was the Doc, before Aftermath

I had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to blast

When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the glass

See I really hustle homie, this ain't no fabrication

They never called me back, I filled out many applications

Watchin these corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin

So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like they masturbatin

I tried to have the patience

I asked God for the answers, he took too long to respond so I had a chat with Satan

He told me my dreams ain't have to stay imagination

Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my graduation

Had all the lil' sluts at my prom salivatin

Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on calculatin

Colleges holla cause every grade I had's amazin

It was school books or cool looks when I pass with Daytons

Clappin at plays or hearin my new Magnum flamin

Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's blazin

Long story short, man I had these faggots hatin

I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap, and I get it crack-a-latin

I come from the place where you get your hood passes made in

A brook where the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin

So when they say congratulations over the respect my pad is gainin

Know I ain't goin back, I'm aimin like

AOWWWW! That's what the fuck I'm talkin about

That real gangsta music, BIATCH!

Like that shit, you like how that shit sounds nigga

BLAT!