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Fat Joe

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »

Year:

1998

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[Featuring Puff Daddy] 
Nobody said it would be easy  ha hah 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 
Nobody want to handle it 
[Puff] AS WE PROCEED  TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 
[Puff] NINE EIGHT  IT'S THE GREAT 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 
Verse One: Fat Joe 
Now why the sad face  jealous for fellas that's diamond laced 
Tryin to find a place to recline  shine my face 
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone 
That's word is bond on my moms 
That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo 
Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle 
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X) 
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon) 
Physical rap means we live the lyrics 
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us 
We the realest you ever gon' see 
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me 
Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah) 
Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right) 
Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me 
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) 
It's my city, and everything in it 
Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah) 
We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots 
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot 
Chorus: Puff Daddy 
What you thought, we ain't run the streets? 
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep 
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana 
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana 
(repeat 2X) 
Verse Two: Fat Joe 
Yea, uh, yo 
You better slide or catch this homicide 
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side 
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks 
Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) 
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines 
Player haters never want to see my shine 
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe 
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's 
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids 
or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs 
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) 
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist 
It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs 
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs 
What the f*ck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back 
Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) 
Chorus 2X 
(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) 
Terror Squad, and Bad Boy 
Joey Crack, Big Pun 
I see you 
Can't sleep, ten deep 
Yea, uh-huh 
Adios to manana 
Terror Squad, what? 
Bad Boy, khanmean? 
Joey Crack, Big Pun 
I see you, I see you 
c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? 
Say what say what? 
Uh-huh 
I see you.. take that.. 
Adios to manana!

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