K.a.r. Lyrics - The Elephant In The Room - Fat Joe

I was born and raised in the ghetto Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale 

All my niggaz 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") 

Fuck-boy niggaz, let's go 

These niggaz bitchin 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 shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin 

I heard you pussy 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 nigga's shittin 

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 

Shit 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 

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("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 shit right here 

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Kill 'em, Street Runner 

Uhh, yo, yo 

Joey don't know never seen never heard shit 

Niggaz 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 niggaz probably innocent 

These live niggaz 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 niggaz 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 bitch 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 nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter 

I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger 

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("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 nigga, that's how! 

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") 

Brrap, brrrap brrap Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling 

Fuck 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 nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet 

Pull it! Pull it! Nigga 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 shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me 

In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys! 

("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")