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do I have in your brainy?
I'mma talk my shit, you just keep on hating

Cuz I need it and I love it, I thrive so much off of it
You hate me cuz you love

Everything just feels so damn dope
That's me keeping it real in the studio
Thinking about shooting a video
Days of the CDs,yo
Nights of the DVD shows
A pity

we get together she know like I know we will be by forever


You know it ain’t much that last forever learned that yesterday 
so even if you fuck with

right 
pressures on, wont fail 
nigga got too much to prove 
would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose 
say what you want about Joe but I stood

goliath grouper
I'm going to need you to suck the pigmentation out of this one, young blood
Shorty ass so fat I thought I was balls deep in Kyle Lowry
I

Born in the Ghetto

Fat Joe

Loyalty

2002

dyin' 'cause after all this cryin'
How much more hurtin's left?
When will the pain stop? This depression an' anxiety
Is gonna make me show another side

Can do much laugh chill start work
Hit the streets KL Phat cap on in back alleys
Politickin with OG's toolies in the fat bellys
Adversaries steady

to me and even more
I've written this song with some help of my best mates
And in this song we all wanna follow our favorite activity with some rates
So

Day One

D.I.T.C.

D.I.T.C.

2000

probably gettin' stuck right now
Peace to D.I.T.C., Show and A.G., Fat J-O-E
Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me
I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll

Little Girls

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

Should've listen to your momma when she told you so
But you went and got G'd now you want some more
They ain't paying me money, talking 'bout love

the shit
My nigga like it better when I’m spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I’ll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow

betting

You lack talent, tryna stick to that trap shit 

On my way to the green, I'll be glad to Hulk Smash it

Fat Joe, Remy Ma when I'm Rapping 

Cause

Da Story

Noreaga

N.O.R.E.

1998

laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe 
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said 
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at 
And when I

Wassup man, what you want?
Ayy, man, let me get a eighth, man
You want a eighth?
You want that fat eighth or you want a little eighth?
How much

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

Slumber Party!

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

till I get suck sex so good
The big bad wolf walking home little riding hood
But the nights not done
There's lots more fun
She invites me in
I'm in

magazines
Stomp your DVDs to smithereens
You buy more I'll just X them too
Or I'll be forced to make an ex out o' you

And by that I mean exactly what you

do they gotta tax it so fucking much?

I get inspired by the blunt
I get inspired by the blunt
I get inspired by the blunt
I get inspired by the blunt

that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again

Got so much money I

remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,

[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff

stop thinking about it
About how i'ma get rich, and fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm away by the hoes that love me proudly, I do it so good I got every hoe

know much 
But It might be true 
Ain't no telling it differently 

J.L.O coochie
So satanic 
M.J stole songs 
That's what Quincy said 
Mumble rap 
Is

the truth
It's true no matter how hard you refuse
So yeah we were poor but no more
An' none of all this your "hup by my bootstrap route outta destitute" crap

Man, I've been down so much, bro
Y'all wouldn't even understand the
Half of it, you feel me?
Y'all don't know about being on section
8 and shit bout