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Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »

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Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy) 
Don carta' bomb harder (we makin' a bomb mayne) 
Terror squad, what, what? (hey yo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad) 
Don carta' bomb harder (suave house) what the f*ck? 
Violator, violator! yeah, uh, yo

No heart, that's why them other niggaz foul 
Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l. 
At 12 up in the gentelman's club 
Where you ain't fuckin' nothin' less you givin' up dubs 
Feelin' the love, from tha killers and thugs 
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt 
Not givin' a f*ck, that's the life I live 
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids 
I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her 
16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her 
For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me 
My squad be bringin' more "havoc" than "prodigy" 
Ain't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll pop for me 
Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli 
With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property 
Cop a seat and watch the terror squad prophecy 

[Chorus]
(this is for the heavyweights) 
Make no mistakes 
Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake 
(this is for the heavyweights) 
We runnin' from jail 
Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale 
(this is for the heavyweights) 
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice 
I'm so big, niggas see me twice 
(this is for the heavyweights) 
We three guys, that don't play those games 
You got beef with us, nigga say our names 
(this is for the heavyweights) 
Hey yo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice 
I'm so big, niggas see me twice 
(this is for the heavyweights) 
We three guys, that don't play those games 
You got beef with us, nigga say our names 

Yeah, yeah 
Take it to the next level, Joe, crack and big ball 
Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all 
All been warned, this heavyweight combination 
Connected in the disclosed location 
So niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at, above that 
Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at 
Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with 
Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit 
Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit 
Them niggas wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit 
Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top 
Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop 
Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes 
Hard lines from my mind took eightball big time 
With fat joe and big pun 
I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none 

[Chorus]

Yo, hey yo f*ck you! f*ck your whole crew for breathin'
F*ck your mother, your father, your kids, for no reason 
I don't give a f*ck if you da wildest nigga on earth 
It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe 
You worse than a motherfuckin' snake in the grass 
Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ? shake and you crash 
You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past 
Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin' a bath 
Up north - you wouldn't last a day and a half 
I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass 
Before you can say, "take me at last, I'm ready for death" 
Now you just heavenly strapped 
A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist
You motherfuckers ready for this? 
Grab your crucifix, tell God I'm coming for your juicy lips 
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness 
Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring 
Think y'all pray for pun, nigga say my name 
I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to f*ck with 
Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick! 
What

[Chorus]

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