K.A.R. (Kill All Rats) lyrics

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[R&B sample]
I was born and raised in the ghetto {*2X*}

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale
All my n*ggas locked down
Doin that time, you heard me?
This for you
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
We kill 'em
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
f*ck-boy n*ggas, let's go

[Fat Joe]
These n*ggas b*tchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers
They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters
Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers
You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain't the opera
Push your sh*t back like a Tracy album, you wildin
I heard you pus*y you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island
Howlin - they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar
Now I'm forever gon' get it admit it this n*gga's sh*ttin
Animal Hannibal flow, these hands'll damage you though
It's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones
Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls
Trinity's the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go
Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes
sh*t if his momma seen him wouldn't even know
Joe, I'm a don, the son of a God
One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad
[Chorus]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Yeah
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Uhh, street sh*t right here
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Kill 'em, Street Runner

[Fat Joe]
Uhh, yo, yo
Joey don't know never seen never heard sh*t
n*ggas is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid
I don't know them birds flew/flu, I don't know them killers went
Mug shots you showin me these n*ggas probably innocent
These live n*ggas turned coat, now witnesses
They'll even tell on they moms, what the business is
We even got some right here in the business kid
And I ain't even gotta say no names, you know them n*ggas is
Coca, movin blow down to Villanova
Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh
I don't know if you got the news, I'm a shoot-er
And if that b*tch ever get to talkin I will shoot her
Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds
My moms on my mind, keep yellin I'm a loser
Word to my n*gga Pun, and his Honda scooter
I lay a motherf*cker down and throw away the Ruger

[Chorus]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
You know, Pistol this one's for you
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
Coca, Streets
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
We kill 'em n*gga, that's how!
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
Brrap, brrrap brrap {*gunshot*}
[Fat Joe]
Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling
f*ck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children
I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em
Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin
Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet
Give a n*gga his life, now he got his name on a bullet
Pull it~! Pull it~! n*gga don't hesitate, levitate
Anybody soul who cooperates
Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed
If you wanna find me well I'm anywhere the dollars be
Killer sh*t is outta me, give it to whatever n*gga wanted me
In the Bronx River where the bodies be, f*ck-boys!

[Outro: repeat 4X]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
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