Released: November 14, 2006

Featuring: Lil Wayne

Producer: DJ Khaled

[Hook]
We gettin money man I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the prophet
First you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
The fuck boy
Bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a Profit
P-P-P-P-Profit P-Profit
We making profit P-P-P-P-Profit P-Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the prophet
If you listen close my niggas you bound to see a profit

[1st Verse]
I'm New York's living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It's going to be hell
You dancin wit the Devil
Tonight's your last night
Picture me Lil Eazy E
Pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on
Something like a chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys to the city
And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga

[Hook]

[2nd Verse: Lil Wayne]
I'm getting money
I'm the president Junior
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya
And nigga my band let 'em blow like tubas yeah
Grrrack
I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em
Cook I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
If you listen close my nigga you might see the future

Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook 'em up Strap 'em down
Where the road at
I'm strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you steppin' out a lead shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch I'm paid forget about it
I'm sitting in the coupe wit the titties outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans
Homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dog shit
And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin'
Get your money on
Nigga

[Hook] - 2X

[3rd Verse]
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey gon' die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah it's Payback
Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
What shit - I don't know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga here is about to meet god
If you don't bring me some keys or pay me fifty large

[Hook]

Fat Joe

Fat Joe is an American rapper, entrepreneur and archetype. He is also the CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad, which has artists such as Big Pun and Tony Sunshine. His most popular song in was his Remy Martin duet Lean Back produced by Scott Storch and released under Terror Squad. The song was a number-one hit in the summer of 2004. He has released a total of 10 albums, and soon to be 11 with his new collaborative album with Remy Ma, entitled Plata O Plomo, which will be supported by the single All The Way Up. The song peaked at number 27 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. It is Fat Joe’s first top 40 hit since his 2007 hit I Won’t Tell, as well as the first top 40 for Remy Ma and Infared as solo artists. In France, “All the Way Up” has peaked at number 85, becoming Fat Joe’s first chart entry in that country since 2002’s What’s Luv?, featuring Ashanti. On August 8, 2016, the song was certified Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for selling over one million copies in the United States.