Lyrics:
on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I
grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!
[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3
like Joe just OD'd off pills
I OD'd off crills, I OD'd off mills
You monopoly guys, collect no bills
Shit, niggas keep askin, "How come he so real
nervous
Maybach infront the club
Parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back
And three if ya fat
Probably hold
no ball hog, pass a chick to my nigga we ball
Above y'all not God, your new shit that's a dub
Know my confidence really rubbed these niggas wrong
Fat
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
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disrespect him right now, that's not good
Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told
say in retrospect at least with the real ones I was in touch
Now that I've got shit made, bitches Caspers fade
They do be throwing shade, I just go
and the shit do kick, word
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill,
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
how many real ones lefts
No real ones left
Look around, all I see is real bums left
Man I'm guessin' all the real ones left
I've been surrounded by fake
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
fat joe and big pun
I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none
(This is for the heavyweights)
Make no mistakes
Thirty six O's is my
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
One]
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens
My daily regiment of elemental babble
hold heat
We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep
I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome
Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit.
Fat
man just because
I remember I was 13 got my Sidekick 3 jacked by crips not bloods
Don't matter where you at
Carson, Compton, Long Beach, shit name yo
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