Lyrics:
Whole Bunch of bitches who fucking soft
Just shoulders left heads I'm knocking off
cnd it's free of charge take a seat by the bar
In a bordello with a few
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f***in dudes
California
Everybody talking bout biz is hype
'Cause I make Dirty Harry's day, hell I even make Gladys Knight's
Soon I star on Abc because rapping def is
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain, damn, that's muddy
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it
less unit's (c'mon)
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down joe Budden, Busta
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him
faces it look like a crowd
Got it on me right now
Oh
Dirty my sprite now I'm sipping on purple rain
I die for what I love but I don't want them to feel
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat
wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Keep it
As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
nasty,
Come sit it on my face you ain’t gotta make it classy,
I’m sloppy, I’m dirty, and fuckin like you owe me,
You was talkin crazy on the phone come
Ow Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I
the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular
on sight
By the end of the night, she on indo
Lemme see you make it clap on tempo
Lemme see you get low like limbo (word)
Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah,
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