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[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
Fat Joe]
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing
[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
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,
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
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
[Featuring Noreaga] 

intro: [police sirens] 

[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] 

[Fat Joe] 

Yo  yo  one's for the cash  two's for my facilty
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
with your shit and deal with you 
We all, we all need, we all need one 

[Fat Joe] 
Ain't no shawty like the one I got 
Take the work from your crib
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
musical component 
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so? 
You remember me from, "You know ya got to Flow" 
One time for your mind off the top of a dome
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
Fat Joe

And that bitch, Remy Martin

We thuggin'

You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest

I know some chickens that be
[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
Crack got this new joint coming out 
Yo Joey  tell 'em what the name of this joint is 

(Fat Joe) 
This is for the hoes and bitches 

(Kid Capri)
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
 
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep 
Only sixteen already hold a name
featuring Diamond D  Grand Puba 



[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man 

(All out yo  because youknowhatI'msayin..) 



[Fat Joe
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
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
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
with your shit and deal with you 
We all, we all need, we all need one 

[Fat Joe] 
Ain't no shawty like the one I got 
Take the work from your crib