Lyrics:
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
East 14th
Roddy Romel
And Papa Joe
East Bay
With the Dragons
Eddie Black
What's happenin
Southside
With the bro XO
Petro
We was smokin on gas
Northside
for the town
East 14th
Roddy Romel
And Papa Joe
East Bay
With the Dragons
Eddie Black
What's happenin
Southside
With the bro XO
Petro
We was smokin
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
punk that I hate
a BITCH named Lynchin D
commercial peal from Ace
that's what you gon end up
fuckin with 4 corna folks
talkin behind these niggaz back
Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in
got the questions.
Twitchin & fussin, we learn the lessons.
Backed by fury, peace, & lust.
Farther than that, I cannot trust.
But if simplicity fails
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts you Can tell by the way i cough
I rarely take
hit it from the back though
I don't fuck with no fat hoe (Nooo)
Money large like Fat Joe
Niggas saying that they got a strap, but I'm telling niggas
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
just came with a great idea to come up
On that last line what if I could also fuck sluts for cash?
Yeah I'll fuck a fat bitch for a ham sandwich but
Um
All these lil rappers cap
Yeah ya friend got a gat
But you ain’t about that
Bruh you’d squeal like a rat
By myself everyday I move fucking
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
Or would I still be their monkey head
Depressed fat ass sleeping in my bed
Never knew Evil Mike or
Heard what the Stillborn said
Without my pain I think Id
Swanz tak pernah miss
I go by the name of Swanz
How the heck I made this far
I just wanna make this fun
Drop like I hit and run
I go by the name
wanna stop us
'cause we block hoppas, plus we cop droppas
By the day but the night we just cock roppas
Tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat
Let's
about right'
Pulled out 5 cash, told him 'shine it up nice' (That's Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Fat Joe
This is
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