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Albums:

Life in the Fat Lane: Fat Music, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 5: Live Fat Die Young (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music for Fat People (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 8: Going Nowhere Fat (Less than Jake) · Interlude (Toshiko Akiyoshi) · Interlude (Kool Moe Dee) · Interlude (Delain) · Ezra's Interlude (Chromeo) · Strange Interlude (Lew Davies) · Interlude (Morrissey) – and 90 other albums »


[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
your wake 
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life 
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes 
[Interlude + hook] 
[Fat Joe
beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.
Yall can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end.

[Chorus]

One time TS, two times Fat Joe.
I
[Fat Joe] 

Yeah  don't get it fucked up 

This shit is realer than you think 

Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream 

Drivin them
Artist: Fat Joe f/ Armageddon, Tony Sunshine
Album: Loyalty
Song: All I Need
Typed by: y_c_brat@yahoo.com
[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you
x2]

[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka!
niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it, 
me and Fat Joe still provoking
hip-hop 

take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband 

Now by the power invested in me, by me 

I pronounce you husband and wife 



[Fat Joe
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance

You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
[Featuring Noreaga] 

intro: [police sirens] 

[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] 

[Fat Joe] 

Yo  yo  one's for the cash  two's for my facilty
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you 
Put up wit your shit and deal wit you 
We all, we all need, we all need one 

[Fat Joe] 
One 
Everybody
chicken wangs 
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang 
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen 
Started by Afrikan
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all
[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society
Fat Joe

And that bitch, Remy Martin

We thuggin'

You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest

I know some chickens that be
[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I want to say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in