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'em
Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em
Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long
Jay, D, and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on
I always say
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
			
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
			
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid
Kelly 

So give me that honey love 

You know what I'm thinking of 

Joe's the man with the master plan 

I got more rhymes than the beats got
hip-hop 

take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband 

Now by the power invested in me, by me 

I pronounce you husband and wife 



[Fat Joe
the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running

She's impressed by a fat
[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society
[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society
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
The groupies was chasin' me, rudely awakened me
No longer safe for me, this new world is takin' me
You deserve much more than to be mistreated
I was a fucked
(Close!)
So very, very close! (Close!)
Aaw, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!

Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right!
blackin out so much I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!) 
Takin our time just to guarantee we'll please ya, the wait is over 

So call up with your request
The city makes so much noise when you record it
The streets have secret voices
If they don't shut up, your head will get dirty
So you block out
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
word
Know what I mean, dame te culo mami
Give me my shit back, Mira, hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
Shine like marbles, collects diamonds
word
Know what I mean, dame te culo mami
Give me my shit back, mira, hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now, word
Shine like marbles, collects diamonds
of Sicily 
Now, back to the stash crib 
Joey Crack baggin' up cracks 
One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid! 

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Word, life, I'll be
so fake
I'm so real
I'm so hood

[Verse 6 (Fat Joe)]
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
I should own a McDonald's
The way I bring the mac's
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it

More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here