Lyrics:
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
This what New York sound like
This what New York sound like
This what New York sound like
When I'm on the mic this what New York sound like
This what
Yeah!
Check it out check a check a check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played cause I roll
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
Watatatang, watatatang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Does anybody know Joe
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
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
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Oh! Please don't play with the animal
The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said
The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga
I hear when you
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
Baltimore
'Cause New York was too darn fast
He sometimes went down to Washington
Just to view our nation's past
He never ate his vegetables
'Cause they were
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
(AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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