Lyrics:
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
Damn, woah, this really the last song (Yeah)
And i'm still shmacking the shmiz
And i'm not your average Joe (Woah) (On god i'm not)
Woah (Huh?)
Let's
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I'm
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
different from the average Joe's
So I confront them with the biggest chain
but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you
call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
from Akron
I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I'm so high I can sing
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
And a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe
Rim low khaki stayed creased up
It has been that way since B.street (what)
Hood niggaz need Ben Wallace
in her hair
She didn't have an eye for Joe
But the poor man didn't know
He believed in his affair Appears on:
Dutch albums congratulations
Videos
Donatello
No honor amongst fellows
It's harder than sitting with a blind man and
Trying to describe yellow
Got me feeling like killer Joe
My life the album
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