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,
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
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
y'all why.
He drips personality.
My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe.
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried
[Featuring Noreaga]
intro: [police sirens]
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty
Joe C.: Kyle's mama is a big fat bitch
She's tha biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back in tha day when she was skinny
Now she
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
[Intro: Joe Budden + (Fat Joe)]
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man
Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlay)
Joey Crack, I see you out there
god damn thats a big fat ass!"
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down
stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
why
He drips personality
My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried wine
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe
[Fat Joe
of the friends that you've got
Oh no, oh no
I said don't call me sir
Just call me Joe
Don't call me lady
Just call me Joe
Don't call me mister
Oh, just
Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ?
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree
Chorus: Fat Joe
hitting that lonesome road
Out by the highway sign
???
Don't nobody seem to know him no more
Don't have a passport
Don't have a driver's license
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
better than even money
That the guy's only doin' it for some doll
When you see a Joe
Savin' half of his dough
You can bet there'll be mink in it for
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
been slaughter, but he turned his wheel
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
And there at that
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