Lyrics:
dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that
On margarita Molly and the strongest pack around bumpin' Sade out in Maui
We menagin’ for a hobby
We kick it how we kick it
Know you envy how I’m living
Just
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
your little Joe to the rodeo
Since you have lost ratio
Cause it could've been a touch-and-go
Just like with Sleepy Joe you goofy ahh bitch
If I Could
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
On margarita Molly and the strongest pack around bumpin' Sade out in Maui
We menagin' for a hobby
We kick it how we kick it
Know you envy how I'm living
Just
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Streets Cold streets Cole like Bennett
I'm out in Miami like double MG
It's killing my vibe how these niggas envy
None of these rappers got the sauce like
ain't never seen me probably heard me few niggas probably seen me lot of Niggas on the street know me know I'm saying FAT K nigga I ain't playing no
SpaceCoupe with the Joe you already know
New Frank Lucas way I'm moving that dope
Got the police bugging lil bitch you gotta go
I don't got
a rep that I made all by myself
One I hate all by myself
That comes from decisions created all by myself
I can't shake it all by myself
See I grew up
let's bring the chips in the bag and let's go
It's Fat Joe, I'ma set it straight
If you do your hist I exist through Diggin In The Crates
I
a fat behind
Bend over, baby, give me mine
Got one damn thing on my mind
Body made by God's design
I think about it all the time
Let's play where the sun
Still only opened my notes
Focused to cut out the fat, until this album was done
Kept asking God for forgiveness he helped me write what I wrote
Reminded
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