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Yellow Tape

Fat Joe

Yellow Tape

pop that
She call you for that ride back (haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit, ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke Boy

the time is doing knock knock 
it's nagging me
time is getting me
it is cracking me up
time crack me up

Tik tok click clock
knock it down the wall
that

pain on a mankind I
Bring it to a nigga
Wit' an attitude throwin' out my
CD like bare foot backed up against the wall
Lyrical homicide natural
The south

Winter vacation, seventy-three			 		 
Drivin’ to Florida in a used RV			 		
Mom, Dad and my old dog, big joe		

Didn't think it snowed south of D.C.

chill
Not tryna mess up your fresh make up, 
But, you look so good; when I see you my mouth waters my taste buds 
So, hey love, rose petals by

at south street infestation
Eight o'clock train departs
Question
The existence
Of yourself
What are you in this
Anomaly of living
Exclamations
Flood

Damn

Fat Joe

Me, Myself and I [Clean]

2006

of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone

they'll

Little Joe, the Wrangler

Cisco Houston

Cowboy Songs from Folkways

1991

He was little Joe, the wrangler,
He'll wrangle nevermore
His days with the remuda, they are o'er
Was a year ago last April
That he rode into our

Joe's appointees have cut their teeth
Teaching other thieves the proper ways and means
To come and eat your lunch

How to circumvent the law

cuz' that trip is long
Start to panic, heart on the ceiling, I run up walls
Know now I should follow my heart when my mind is fogged
But that time has

up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop

Running down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting rest
I pulled up on em
Shot the 3

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

the bars
I've expended so far
Don't want to rap no more its been so long
I wish the clock would hurry up and tick
I'm out in the bush and the sticks
Humpin

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

I swang
That I'm really from the South
And I don't really leave the house
'Less I'm getting groceries or re-ing up
Ima smoke it til I'm stuck
Shawty

me sky walking like Vader Y'all better stay up
Talking money it's funny these dummies need a translator
Push baby no labor
Run through walls for

What's Ya Point

Snoop Dogg

Mama Drama

1998

[Fat Joe] 
Yeah  uh  Terror Squad. (TS) 
No Limit fam. 
Uh  TS. (TS) 
Yeah yeah yeah  uh. 
NY to the NO. 
Puttin it down like what. 
Don

to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush

we can take a ride(take a ride)
you get it crunk from wall to wall(wall to wall)
if your man is actin up shorty gimme a call 

Come with me(you can

playin' it south
Damn, that nigga killin' now. He's a fuckin' coward
Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas
The two new Craigs, both hit

stuck me up in south St. Pete
When they got me for that QP sack, I'm good
19, Tryna make a couple bucks
But got caught up chasing dollars in the wrong

Little Joe the Wrangler

Chris LeDoux

Old Cowboy Classics

1983

wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In some washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulphis spur had rung

how yuh stay so
Make monkey face, gal go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem

/

They’d rather wish the money running out /

So we 

Stack it up wall to wall /

Me and  all the dogs ????/

Just in case the money running out /