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Narcos is a track by Fat Joe, taken from the album “Organized Rhyme”, released August 28, 2026 on RNG / EMPIRE / Fat Joe. It runs 2:21 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

Warning The following program is designed for entertainment purposes only Listener discretion is advised In organized crime after a major score, the rule is simple Disappear, don't talk, don't draw attention You become visible The FBI notices, your neighbors notice, other criminals notice And visibility is evidence It's a confession without words [Raekwon] Yo, Crack, man, this is cinema-made shit, you know what I mean? All we wear is just the greatest of everything Told y'all stupid niggas that don't know nothing Y'all know nothin' about being fabulously fly, nigga We from Jurassic Park with this shit Been wearing all kind of skin since you was ten, nigga We stay in fly shit, all super buttery Shit be like vanilla cookies when we wear, nigga, when you see us We gon' keep the crisp on, you know what I'm saying? And we gon', we gon' have the analytics together You know what it is, riding big Like don't play no games with us, you know? This is all motion picture cinema shit, man This what we do for a living, this is only built for those, man It's your brother Shallah, Louis Rich You know what I'm saying? They don't know these names, man These names ain't for everybody to know We love you, Crack Holdin' it down, nigga You always gon' be the cracksmith, nigga Wash these niggas, wash these Wash these niggas, we washin' 'em, nigga You see what the fuck goin' on, nigga You see us on the motherfuckin' woods, nigga Stunt hard on these niggas Got the helicopter on top of MSG waitin' for us too Finna float out this bitch like King Kong, nigga And I took that nigga bitch off his arm while he was eatin' a glizzy Ayo, Crack, what's good, nigga? I seen you in all Bottega, nigga Gettin' motherfuckin' quarter-ticket Rollies delivered on the floor Blindin' niggas at the free throw line, nigga, I see you Ayo, stop hittin' my jack too, nigga Your access is denied, nigga You tryna get closer to the don while we out here sparklin' like a motherfuckin' diamond, nigga Ayo, Rich, don't pick up the phone for none of these niggas, you heard me? Niggas wanna run out when shit get turbulent Run back 'cause ain't see us runnin' up the motherfuckin' bag past a billi' Nah, fam, stay where you at, nigga Loyalty, nigga, T.S. [Raekwon] Chill, chill In Queens, we don't play that shit, for real

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Full tracklist

  1. 01 2 Plots E 3:38
  2. 02 The Aroma E 3:41
  3. 03 Coach Mike Brown (Interlude) E 0:15
  4. 04 Victory Lap (HIM) E 3:22
  5. 05 Back It Up E 2:19
  6. 06 Heavy Price To Pay (Chef's Kiss) E 3:15
  7. 07 Dead Or Alive E 3:10
  8. 08 Not Goin' E 2:22
  9. 09 Set Of Keys E 3:05
  10. 10 Feelin A Way E 4:43
  11. 11 They Wanna Know E 3:50