Lyrics:
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,
Baltimore
'Cause New York was too darn fast
He sometimes went down to Washington
Just to view our nation's past
He never ate his vegetables
'Cause they were
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
[Chorus]
Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop
Nothing's gonna stop me
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York
York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
[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
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
Coka
I'm eatin'
I'm eatin'
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
I say right about now New York City, aw
Hoe
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Yeah!
Check it out check a check a check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played cause I roll
Watatatang, watatatang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Does anybody know Joe
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em
sendin emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
Like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
Oh! Please don't play with the animal
The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said
(AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
New York's Finest
Dj slash MC, competition envy
Cause I bounce in each and every Benzy
Check me with Frankie Cutlass
Uh, Boriquas on da set,
New York's Finest
Dj slash MC, competition envy
Cause I bounce in each and every Benzy
Check me with Frankie Cutlass
Uh, Boriquas on da set,
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