Lyrics:
hit it from the back though
I don't fuck with no fat hoe (Nooo)
Money large like Fat Joe
Niggas saying that they got a strap, but I'm telling niggas
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
play me as easy as a DVD,
it's like solving a case with a single clue
to know how bad i like to be with you
You know I'll always like you no matter what
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
All these lil rappers cap
Yeah ya friend got a gat
But you ain’t about that
Bruh you’d squeal like a rat
By myself everyday I move fucking
just came with a great idea to come up
On that last line what if I could also fuck sluts for cash?
Yeah I'll fuck a fat bitch for a ham sandwich but
Um
Or would I still be their monkey head
Depressed fat ass sleeping in my bed
Never knew Evil Mike or
Heard what the Stillborn said
Without my pain I think Id
Swanz tak pernah miss
I go by the name of Swanz
How the heck I made this far
I just wanna make this fun
Drop like I hit and run
I go by the name
durin' backyard wrasslin
Overalls coverin' their fat lard asses up
Your cousin isn't someone that you have to fuck
Claimin' that you're Irish but you have
about right'
Pulled out 5 cash, told him 'shine it up nice' (That's Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Fat Joe
This is
to only what I label
I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe
wanna stop us
'cause we block hoppas, plus we cop droppas
By the day but the night we just cock roppas
Tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat
Let's
WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field
a fire with just my elbows rubbin
Aunty acting up
Uncle pissed her off
She going clubbing
All My cousins Thugging
Attitude like Joe budden
Better pull your
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano
Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed
Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh
She told him that they
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
don't want beef
Money, Power, Respect
Still the words that I live by
You violate
They'll be the same words that you get killed by
A hustler
Stay
both just as human
Just as useful or as foolish
And you can't prove it
You're not a god but only a mere flesh
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Covered up by what's
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
move left nigga check my C
Slouch ass nigga she don't need no bean bag
Loan a bitch a hundred ima need my bean back
Whip out the wood
Fat Joe watch her
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