Lyrics:
flow
To bring in some plaques so
Sit back and pack cones
Picture myself in a black ghost
Bumpin' Fat Joe
"Y'all wanna live my lifestyle"
I be places that
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
I'm from philly
Where bad things happen
If trump won
We was all gone be snapping but its cool
Kus joe took the seat
Like bitch I'm the captain (Like
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
heart attack)
Can I ride your motorbike?
Karaoke nights by the sea
Bomber jacket hyperspace
Leather laced in 3D
Water's crashing (can I?)
Road
heart attack)
Can I ride your motorbike?
Karaoke nights by the sea
Bomber jacket hyperspace
Leather laced in 3D
Water's crashing (can I?)
Road
(whacked for that)
My young nigga walk you down for a rack attack (rack attack)
Oh, they say they talked to me, too much cap on that (cap on that)
I think
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
attack
But Saint Elizabeth's is called: "Hello, Joe's a quack!" Hell no to that
Closest of approaches, ride through, reminisce and whirl
Regenerist is
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
know the truth say na fat joe wey dey give joke crack
Him heart bin white before, but e don switch to black
Na 6 dey nack, my uncle dey on his tobacco
combat with bwoy like Supercat
Show you where my head's at I crack you with a bat
Where the funk? Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit
Rearrange the skit
even Brad had to crack a tooth
Stare into the sun, they try to copy
Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me
Sneak up on you
even Brad had to crack a tooth
Stare into the sun, they try to copy
Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me
Sneak up on you
pimping
When I attack you know I finish
My bitch a brat she got a temper
I was going to text back but it be to hard to remember
With that money coming in it
crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just
crack the sluts
Practicing enough
Fillin full cuz I left you stuffed
Playin games but I called the blush
Stackin up the draw with a flush
Like what
You
hoe
Game is sold, never told, I suppose I chose that
Feel like a Don, Joe Crack
Wiseguy now W-Why stop now
I ain't biding my time like Joe Facts
Big
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 D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
the motif
don p, personal henny, have me hurt many
actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
our money well, help the crack sale
stack bail, then
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