temptation pt. 1 lyrics – fat joe

beat novacane
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
yup, death ain’t sweet man
but it’s a fact that one day ya breath gon’ cease
some n*gg*z get cremated, others rest in peace
you can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
go against crack, that’s a problem
i’m a driveby, stabbin’, napalm kinda problem
choose one, the ak or revolver
i’ll leave your body leakin’ layin’ on the carpet
yeah, this n*gg* don’t care
have your head spinnin’ like that chick linda blair
i’m the exorcist, n*gg*z don’t know when they exit is
but i keep a k that ’cause a m*ss exodus
you don’t want no problems
f*ckin’ with these frauders
i had the ambulance racin’ the street
have your poor momma raisin’ the sheets, motherf*cker
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
let me tell you ’bout myself, you can find me alone
on the streets of the bronx, that’s the county i own
well, at least that’s the one i’m claimin’
you know a motherf*cker that’s realer then name him
d*mn near a decade done p*ssed and we still on top
my n*gg* pun died, n*gg*z thought the sh*t gon’ stop
i’m not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
thought a n*gg* learned when he caught it and he walked off
shoulda put the burn to a n*gg* so he’d slow down
n*gg*z won’t be thinkin’ that’s it rap, when it go down
in l.a. we got bloods and crips, in chi-town the kings
got other mob bosses kissin’ my ring
don’t confuse me wit’cha favorite mc
difference is this mans’ll kill him as a favor for me
until then it’s just
[incomprehensible]
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
lord forgive my temptation to kill
but i gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
motherf*cker die, don’t look in my eye
take this wit’cha n*gg*, tell the devil i sent ya
yo, wake up in a cold sweat
5: 15 in the mornin’, hear my phone ring
it’s my n*gg* ant speedin’, slow down dog
you actin’ like the po-po chasin’ ya, be easy
he tellin me, “crack where the f*ck is you at?”
“i’m at the hotel radisson, hour ago
i did a show out in patterson, took the b*tch home
n*gg* you know she was the baddest one, *ss was the fattest one”
this n*gg* ant yell, “crack what’s her name?”
“carmen, why you stallin’, why the f*ck you callin’?”
he said, “joe they tryin’ to set you up
put you six feet deep tryin’ to wet you up”
“you know that n*gg* pablo from ave
now he push pounds of blow, n*gg*z swear he bad”
“yeah, mr. friendly, he’s p*ssy i bet’cha”
“nah, he sent his sister to the club to come get’cha”
“d*mn, wake up ma
i’m sho’ gon’ miss ya purty face suckin’ my d*ck, b*tch”

/ fat joe lyrics