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For real
I'm really silly
So lean back
Like your name is Fat Joe
Put the terror in ya squad
Cuz God
Can give the go
Ayo ayo ayo
What's up? I'm on a roll

and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggas if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya lick 'em
Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo

and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit

happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these

6 MC's

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

got fire blankets
In the vocal booth
Producers with extinguishers
To put out the blaze
When I'm on the loose
I'm rolling with the best
Meeting

raise the bar for you niggas
That’s in the hallway mopping
Y’all put ya ears to the door
I put the door on ya ear
Then drive the tractor
Over the door

For Da Low

Rick Ross

Port of Miami

2006

city
Pullin out the Seven trey, ever-other day
Got bout 40 in it, hit ya hoe for 40 minutes

Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors

get it straight i aint a crook just aint livin by tha book
but tha head game known so these pussy nigga shook
get ya diamond chain took just to find out

Rappers' Ball

E-40

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 5

1997

Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass

Saian

RZA

The World According to RZA

2003

hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns

If ya'll wit me then build, shorty,

hands up wiggle pull your pants up
If ya ass fat make it clap to this...
Big cheeks on deck no warning
Who look da best in fishnets get awarded
If ya ass

Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti
Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me

We back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad

Boy you keep on turning me

and I'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two check tree)
Check

said Lord have mercy
I like my women naked or undressin'
I'm about to give the game a C-section
Philadel, hold in down
These hoes screamin' like James

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

You Know What I Mean

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

jeans I was running game all in ya ear
Ya talking about love to a stone cold player girl looked good, wanna have that
Sex took another look and wanted

You Was Wrong

Fat Joe

Yeeeah Baby

2000

Uh
What?
Fat Joe
BX, nigga
Y'all don't know?

Ayo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Yo, it's

yurr
They hate da way i play da game how i play it i kno da cost to be da boss and i pay it
Hol on he tryna play with da bread he got a hole in his head

Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what

me standing tall shooting marbles & playing basketball stealing cookies from Joe playing hookie from school putting dukes & xcurls in our hair acting

off the blunt

Talk and we be boxin' fanny pack strapped wit a glock in it
Ya bitch talkin' take that cock out her mouth and put a sock in it!
I'm couch

but you broken on some bum shit
What the hell' You might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump in a casket and get ya die on

Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool
We rhyme oh, yeah, we bang
But right now it ain't time
So put away yo' nine, an' fall in line
(Tell 'em why)

outside
Put a opt on
Fox five
Up it
We anit jackin no tuff shit
Nigga better duck quick
Fuck it
This 40 will pluck shit
Lacking in public
Love it
Your bitch