Lyrics:
the motherfuckin murder mob
[Fat Joe]
Fuck that fuck that fuck that!
Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer
Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher
Bulletclips, WHAT!
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
Nobody sharts better than me, Joe, nobody! (Oh yeah?)
(Cumslut, why don't you go and prove it then)
(Go on, go and do it) Don't test me, Joe, I'll fucking
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
what team thicker?
"The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin theme nigga
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
Pray we don't clap your way when the gats
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
watch her bless A.G.
Evidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty
Not Fat Joey
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
me? the fat kid from Trinity
Who was once a public enemy is now a loved celebrity
If Joe could do it, It could happen to you
Set goals, and keep your
You know I just don't' get it
Last year I lived with my wife
And three little girls
This year I got half the
Neighborhood moved into my townhouse
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, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
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,
niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
they selling y'all, fuck am I telling y'all?
It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
(feat. Gizmo, Keith Keith, King Sun)
Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what
Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in
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
don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my pain
Without My Pain
It wouldn't be the same
leavin seeds right beside ya
Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ten years in the same shit, nothing but a same hit
Revisit the catalog, been in it
part of my agenda
To make the world gay
And the thing about you is
You don't have a voice
So let me say it for ya
I can see you standing there
Waiting
to old lovers and
Some girls I used to be
I don't think he sees me
Stand inside the doorway, hey
Supper's ready Joey
Won't you come on down and eat
Do
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
punchin body blows and uppercuts
[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
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