Lyrics:
this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get, cook, crack!
I'm tryna get it, let some fiends hit it
Let 'em lean wit' it, make sure they Bean wit' it
If they
Wake up
Had to get stronger in my faith so fasho I got my Weight up
Yeah I got picked on in school
Big Joe Fat Back
Got called a lot of names a lot
the dark I poked my nose, got a little dose
Then I got too close
To the things written by Edgar Allen Poe
I've had my fair share of abuse
Woke up with no
The Rain
Sunshine and Rain
I need a bigger bag make it rain like fat joe
They call me out my name saying I'm an asshole
Apart of all my habits I been
Joe pockets, lean back like a recliner
I'm in this, representin' West Side (Side)
A lot a people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Bat Gang, got it tatted
of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that's her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat
ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us
you bankroll
Quit acting like you got the FAT JOE
Them killas in bushes an on a roof
You not a BigDAWG quit all the roofing
Foreva clear nigga two
fuck the cops
The drops stayin', sittin' on gold kicks
Pull to the side and get with a fresh bitch
A young tender, dressed in Guess
A fat booty
(slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're
the type of nigga if you got picked up by the feds right now you gon' tell what you know
I'm the type of nigga see a opp at a red light Up the green beam
been this high in years
That Indo only in Cali grown and we've got fat sacks in a Valley Joe
Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin' niggas stuck with
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
Rodney King might stay afloat
Coast, dead gone off the shroom pack
Joints stay fat, like Joe
Have a squad terror at your door
Pour shit, head in the dead
still in the 80's
N by this i mean 2080 joe biden and trump behind the scenes are making babies
Fake ladies men who got labias adhd wave im in the future
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
my dreams like a knee cap
Like fat Joe lean back
Rip stacks please say hello up in heaven if you can see Shaq
Came along way from the weed pack
Damn
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