Lyrics:
at the haters
Check the data
Couple goals
Will & Jada
The end is tangled
When the shit
Hits the papers
Busta vs Michael Myers
1st verse
Dear God
I wonder can
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
Yeah, now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke,
the certified
Scientific head
Fat Joe is cook coke
Jules is crack and the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But our pack is the best
So when you see the 8
I'm the only real rap monster
I love eating shrimp and lobster
City Island is my favorite place
Step in Sammy's and dog my face
Losing
Can't wait to teach this shit to my son
Chasing generational wealth, come real stealth
Solid snake, kept in a box, making money off of stonks
My boy,
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
hear you talking shit
Its T spelled T.HE The Hearts Ear I am he
Sound the alarm cuz now he is amongst thee
Thats 612 The union K and the KWay behind me
be highly probable
I got my shit in order now
Chronological
Got HIITs like Joe Wicks
Feel unstoppable
You're no more than biological
But to see your
My ass is fat, big, and juicy Wonder if he can buy me juicy
My ass is fat, big, and juicy Wonder if he can buy me juicy
Shake that ass, girl Shake,
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
smiles, eyes hurt make you wonder
Member when the only time I heard a lean was a Fat Joe track
Now I'm somewhere sipping it
Here My Dear is in the back
laid down flat I roll with real niggas bodies we will tat we shoot them they will scat our pockets be real fat we signing these contracts how you loving
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
the anthem for big girls across the world
Oh my god girl did he just call you fat
Girl I don't even care about what he said
That shit is not even bothering me
to Joe hello
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem this is not music
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
and forget
I be swayze on a jet
Ollie is the name yo, who I came wit?
Joe Jit with gold plated colt four fifth
Swordfish steaks, porcelain plates
More and more
the people get
You can turn your back on the crowd
But you never gonna see
What is absolutely real
If you're always gonna be a sleepy Joe
(La la la la
(Post that)
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around meet Joe Black (meet Joe Black)
Run me
shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off
friend Ben
All I see is red
Swing that shit and crack his head
I filled my crib with random bitches, I don't know they names
I need to get a bussdown AP, I
droppin these singles 'till This rap shit pay off
Deontae Wilder wit the shits i ain't
Taken no loss
Better talk to me real nicely bitch
You lookin
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