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Albums:

Life in the Fat Lane: Fat Music, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 5: Live Fat Die Young (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music for Fat People (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 8: Going Nowhere Fat (Less than Jake) · Revolve (John Newman) · Revolve (John Newman) · Revolve [Deluxe Edition] (Charlie Wilson) · Revolve (Charlie Wilson) · Revolve [Deluxe Edition] [LP] (Charlie Wilson) · The Revolve Tour (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


[Fat Joe] 

Yeah  don't get it fucked up 

This shit is realer than you think 

Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream 

Drivin them
You don't want to start no drama 
We don't scrap when there's problems 
We just clap revolvers men 
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn't
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,
You don't want to start no drama 
We don't scrap when there's problems 
We just clap revolvers men 
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn't
You don't want to start no drama 
We don't scrap when there's problems 
We just clap revolvers men 
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn't
You don't want to start no drama 
We don't scrap when there's problems 
We just clap revolvers men 
Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn't
away from drama, I ain't run away from no man 
And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas 
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on

[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
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[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
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[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
how to add

It's mathematics

[Chorus: x2]
"The Mighty Mos Def.."
"It's simple mathematics" -> Fat Joe
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around
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,
Milton-Bradley 

Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama 

I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama 

Not an actor, just the greastest multiple
hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don’t give a f*** b****, with or without a condom
Fat Joe, pockets lean back like
[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
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate 
 to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas 
 Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess

Police stompin'
shit is mad hot) 
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me 
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci 
God bless me 
 
Know what I'm
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,
Puts the drum in the drama
The hand in the clap
She’s a map with no bearings 
Attached, no 
Safety in this match
Fire you can’t catch
Then zap I
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, one-three-nine baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin

Yo, yo, yo
I'm from