Letras:
Fat Joe Think About It

to me I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie You better think about it, boy, you better think about it You better think about it, boy, you better think about it

back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it

in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young, it was too much to cope with Why you think, mo'fuckers

my neighborhood south sider Out here we hustle til we touch it It's all about a come up If ain't no money in it we don't fuck with it Gangsta Gangsta,

his face and I aint got a man so it aint cheatin Think about it now, I don't gotta stress, I dont ever really gotta press, they always say yes It seems

hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself

Think About It, Think About It, Think About It Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It

this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you think

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble. Came out the gate, on some flow Joe fat with shotty