Lyrics:
I start you know I got ta
pay homage and respect to Afrika Bambaata
Zulu Nation for twenty years of work
Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it
the man
But I'm forever ya boy
Shit I'm source
Been that way since the porch
It's not a sprint it's a marathon but still a race of course
Make sure you
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,
Names the track "No Shade"
Makes it the shadiest track on the whole EP
Hahahaha, uh
No shade
I said
No shade
You can't buy this
Talent homemade
You
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
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'
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,
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
just found dead
No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
And we say by-bye Bill McCai
ima make it rain
Ima make it rain I think I'm Fat Joe
Lil baby wanna fucc she know I'm da goat
Ima leave her wet like she on a boat
Put da dicc in her
Let's take it back to when I was ten
Stealing weed from my dad smoking fat with friends
Sometimes I like to sit back and pretend
That we could travel
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
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
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Make yo' back crack
Ride me 'til you can't yap, throw it back back
She gon'
I’m fucking Cher
You showed me how to lean back
Told me to make it rain
Now I proudly serve you my hurricane
Feed me a beat Like Jeffrey Dahmer
I’m
I'm walkin' down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
I'm gonna make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is
to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich Porter became rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit, spit
To the day of a reign, I aim
cuz no none likes you
Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans
tuddie blap
It make her booty fat
You know I'm slapping it differently
Jump in that wraith
In throw bentley bs
Call me young shiggdy
I got the remedy
Two
Ayy, so much drip on me, I'ma just make it rain, yeah
Ice all on my neck, been through a whole lot of pain, yeah
Nigga, I'm one of one, me and you
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/
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