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keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all

hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But

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

Cheft lmout, qdam eyni bmennottes
Bessah kna khout, daba fat lfout

Maghanjawbksh rakan Lowi
Mdewbha wmtmen mfoueh
By the way rafat lfout pazzo eshiri

on his feet, he got the shotgun pumped that nigga full of  lead, we got them on run  

Stacks went that way, but me an torch ain't dumb. I called fat fat

I know she naughty I can tell by the way she watching 
She gave me her brain and I sprayed some common knowledge
Not the first time I came around

creepers
Old folks up the way tellin, watch them old peepers
Task force hunting niggaz, street sweepers
Knocks askin who got it
Fat rocks (I got it)
A soft

Pocket fat just like Shaq
She throw me that break her back
Dam I'm feeling like I'm Shaq
Big racks look like Shaq
Pocket fat just like Shaq
She throw

yacked
Ass so fat wit' a waist so slim
Uh uh that fat, fatty
Big body whip decapitated
My drip she fascinated
Grind so hard I had to make it
Toast up

That pussy magic no not everyone can have it
Even Trump too scared to grab it
No not everyone everyone
That ass so fat with a PH balance tastes so

blunts we roll them fat
Roll another zip
Smoke another zip
Take another hit
God damn I'm high as shit
Hit me for that pack
Smoking out the sack
Roll them

fucked by a fat dog
Fuck Lil Smelli I'm just kidding he get fat guap
Got a fat knot in my pocket for the kush shop
Got a fat belly cuz I eat what I fucking

There's too much money here
There no way!
That these people should own planes
And there's people that don't have houses
Apartments
Shacks
Drawers

Stacks

Fat ass she tryna get famous
Girl she so dangerous
When I'm in it i cant mantain it
Imma beat some more entertain it

Lil shorty look good

fly again, fly again
My hair getting long, I need RubberBands
This money getting fat, I need RubberBands
Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands,

My pocket fat
My pockets fat like its Tuesday
My pocket fat
I'm moving through all of these streets
From the west to the east
Get the fuck out my way

it)
Born to motherfuckin' be

I was just having my way (Yeah)
Having a very good day (Let's go)
I got some hoes on the way (Phew)
(Come here) hip, hip,

[Fat Joe]

yeah uh, GangStarr
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on
living legends, ya heard me?
yeah uh yo uh
I got seven Mac 11s about

Handle of Beam

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that

expect to find it when I get home, or else!

[Pharoahe Monch]
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
Days way back, in

the way that he talking
You can tell my bitch bad by the way that she walkin
You can tell his mom a smoker by the way that she coughing
The rock and her

my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?

We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?

Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold

And you

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in

Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions