Lyrics:
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
court
For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport
New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah)
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo)
And understand I got the gift of speech
When the fist catches you
Your ass feels like a fat dude stuck in a water slide
Leo knows no mercy
Sometimes he uses booth fists side by side
pon di wall after dat
Would not believe it it's a girl's sunsplash
How Jamaican and New York girl dem so hot
Woman weh maaga, woman weh fat
Di whole
Queens
Come Nas e Mobb Deep, you know what I mean?
Cormega e Kool G Rap, sognavo booty black (Ah)
Se non era New York, era wack
Pensa te come eravamo
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime"
"Bring 'em up
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
fast
I was in Paris shut down l'Arc
New York shut down Central Park (ice)
Talk about London yo Frisco where shall I start?
Walked in spat
it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
good for that ass
My predicitons WHAT visit Japan WHAT
Been to Africa WHAT sit down and feel that gut
Went to Puerto Rico with my man Fat Joe
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
It was nine months bc (hah)
Joe didn't have a clue
What Mary his pretty little fiancé
Had gotten herself into
Or where the Spirit touched her
In
that, it's fat where we be at, brooklyn
Bushes, wigs, flat, it's east new york, brownsville
It's like that, it's fat where we be at, brooklyn
Sights,
I like to sidestep
You'll get swept like a broom and you'll make room for daddy
White boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
So take me to my rest so
installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, New York met Hollywood, we ran like hell.
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agree upon this
the booty shake with my daugther sam
cause she's the one with the master plan
I got much love for new york and back
don't question me cause that's a fact
my
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
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