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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 Noreaga] 
intro: [police sirens] 
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] 
[Fat Joe] 
Yo  yo  one's for the cash  two's for my facilty 
three's for all the M 3's 
Racin across the Tapenze 
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln 
drivin like I ain't thinkin 
Wit my hats and lights blinkin  let the lah sink in 
On the way to home BASE  
first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place 
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new 
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you 
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go 
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know 
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke 
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes 
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right 
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? 
And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame) 
we only pawns in this game(game) 
Decision: grow cocaine 
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris 
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips 
Chorus 
[Noreaga] 
Yo you scared to death, misery need company 
Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers 
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal 
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain 
Throw the Range off, police-iano 
Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now 
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us 
And you wonder why you can't find us 
[Fat Joe] 
I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares 
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked 
For what seemed like a million years, yea 
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go 
That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact 
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack 
Joey Crack, the mack without the hat 
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac 
I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost 
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss 
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe 
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough 
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando 
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono 
That nigga Gauno up in M-see, is bein friendly 
Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me 
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse 
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss 
Chorus 
[Noreaga] 
Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand 
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven 
Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too 
mad fly too, a thug too 
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos 
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's 
Batting stance, a majorly we glance, 
and gotta yell "What, What!" 
'cause thug niggas don't dance yo 
I told niggas, that you did it for show, 
but niggas thought you was ill yo 
Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so 
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough 
Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's 
My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros 
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though 
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it, 
me and Fat Joe still provoking it 
Chorus 
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out 
polic-iano's, pabolos 
amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)

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