How Did We Get Here

[Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yo It was all a dream, couldn't save Big and Pac Right in broad day watch the fiends bodies drop And at night you gotta turn your TV volume up Cuz the cop sirens blast up and down my block Shit ain't been the same is what you hear on my block Bunch of old school gangstas telling tales on my block Came home tatted tears in a plan to get paid Put it in a box said a prayer and it came What can make you smile and be the thing to bring you pain Is what my daddy told my momma going through her labor pains Is what my momma told me as the cops took me away Eazy-E said "fuck'em", ya I feel the same way Another dead body, its another homicide But nIggas tryna kill us that why we call this, dark side The streets is, ruthless even sold to my own blood No love just a youngin tryna blow up [Hook: R. Kelly] So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get here From the middle of no where, from up out these streets we made it ya So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get here From the middle of no where ya, somebody tell me, how? [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Me and my niggas takin pictures how I freeze time Lil n'ggas doin' shit we can't rewind, know what im sayin'? Shit is real fuck what yall thought Too many niggas gettin' killed on the ball court They was chasing hoop dreams and we was busting sawed offs And if your shoes gleamed, I would take them all off Extend my organization the crib swarming with agents Moms cryin', we based it like lions in cages Mob giants turn it some clients with cases Some niggas made statements, some niggas made payments damn What part of the game is that, I mean to hustle all my life But I do love rap, they got my knees straightened Put the battery to my back This is around the same time Calderon got clapped He told me put my life in music, "Joey go for your dreams" You can do it look at Finesse it ain't as hard as it seems [Hook: R. Kelly] [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Ain't this nice im bigger than life In a jacuzzi smoking a Cohiba but this ain't a movie Before I wasn't attractive now I pack the house with groupies Rubbing shoulders with actors just imagine how would you be Rocking the latest fashion this is Juicy, all over again 2010 its like Biggies living through me Chance has changed my route and now the papers greater Tryna see me on that block i'll see you haters later So high, defy gravity nigga fuck ya style I'mma galaxy So out of space they can't grab at me, feds ain't having me Im all legit, my bankroll much thicker blame it all on the hits I started off with bricks, now I own offices Who would of thought I got all this from talking slick We went from day-breakers to tax payers, it was once all a dream Now the labels pay us.. [Hook: R. Kelly]