I remember when we used to chill on a hill
  When Forest Projects, used to be Godsville
  Brothers was wilin, others was cool
  Some hit the island, some smoked fools
  Me I chose the life of crime since day one
  13 years old, already trying to cop a gun
  I never understood why my pops would beat me
  No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
  That's why I never listened to a thing he said
  And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
  Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
  Promised that one day everything would be alright
  14 Years old, cutting mad classes
  Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
  Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
  Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime
  Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
  And if I told then I'd take your life
  Hey Yo, I meant it
  That's the way it goes
  When you deal with the real fake jacks
  And get your cap peeled
  
  CHORUS:
  
  Hey Joey, let's just get this money
  Brothas just be wilin
  Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
  Brothas they been triflin
  
  Verse 2:
  
  Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard
  sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god
  Hoping that today won't be the last
  I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted
  (Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
  It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
  He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
  If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
  Life's trife, and then you die
  Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
  That's why I keeps an alibi
  Juliani wants to see a brother fry
  So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
  Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
  Times are difficult on the streets of New York
  It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
  Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
  But they won't get the best of me
  Cause riches are my destiny
  
  CHORUS
  
  Verse 3:
  
  No one expected me to blow like this
  What was once hand me downs
  Is now the best of ??atanovich??
  Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
  Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
  Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
  Green plush interior, under the seat
  The heat for protection
  Momma look at me now
  Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
  D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes
  No more holes in my gibros
  Strictly denim and clothes
  Airwaves blasting my latest single
  All up in the Mecca Club
  Making Lucci while I mingle
  Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
  Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
  
  CHORUS
  
  Big Joe, South Bronx
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