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you bankroll
Quit acting like you got the FAT JOE
Them killas in bushes an on a roof
You not a BigDAWG quit all the roofing
Foreva clear nigga two

Your cranium with'cha brain scattered on your dance floor
All these cats-know, loorey gets his haters lean back like fat-joe
I'm the black hole; i sniff

a fuckin' sandwich

Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force

Donald Trump Impression

my Thompson no escape
Bullets flying with haste
I’m not a player I just fuck a lot
For Big Pun respect I got
Fat Joe thanks pop
Now back to the red

yea
I'm David Blane with magic tricks I could make em poof yea
Fat Joe how I make em lean
Ghost face how I make em scream
Bruce Banner how I make em

The Rain
Sunshine and Rain
I need a bigger bag make it rain like fat joe
They call me out my name saying I'm an asshole
Apart of all my habits I been

I'd break my heart many times over
Even with no closure 
They say it's not over until the fat lady sings
Well her voice has gone hoarse 
Of course

King Kong its my jungle
Y'all ain't ready to rumble
Hits come by the bundle
The giant has awoken all you rappers is in trouble
I ain't gotta guess my

Ass black as a cup of Joe
Want fat stacks and a couple woahs
No fame without a couple foes
And bunch of white and a couple noses
Plastic dreams,

EM' BOWING DOWN TO CEE
AND HOLLIN' BOUT THE QUEENS BACK!
NO FAT JOE BUT I GOT THE FIENDS, CRACK!
AND I SPIT AND GIVE IT TO EM' 
CAUSE I KNOW THEY NEED

more
I'm Fat Daddy. Not your average Joe Blow
Tell me what you like, girl. Show me how you roll
Cause you sho' look fine from head to toe
But I ain't

feelings
Let me get back to the real rap
Y’all talking bout money I aint seen that
5 mil I speed pass
Gimme that money that green grass
Fat Joe in the club I

I Need an Eighth

Miami

Collection of Dope

that big bomb pillows take ya way back

My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin' back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start

Strike by strike, lash nurses his back,
Driving humility into the restless brain.
Chains cut  into the shreds of his flash,
Bringing reassurance

clue who we are
Move weight, lean back, Fat Joe
Kevin Gates, new bitch yes lord
Leaving quarantine, come to see me, say YJ gon' be a star
Hazel big

as fresh, I belong in a morgue
Say you the plug, Where is the cord
100 on the way, Be gone by the morn
Trappin' be my fitness, Sellin' dope be the sport
Live

Fuckin' Wit Dank

Pooh-Man

Life of a Criminal

1992

the fellas
Oh what a feelin', yeah man, I tell ya

George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park, Joe

with a nice physique 
5 something type of shit you put your face in
Temptation what I'm here faced with
Found myself impressed by the chicks posture

countin up my cash

Step 4 don't start at step 1
Bitch take yo clothes off
1 night
I just did 3 shows
Just call me big goth
Her ass it's so damn fat dawg

pela khoeli so I ain't weak I mean
Ke naleli I'M A STAR! Keng ekare ha le utloisise
Verse tsaka li Fat Joe! ekare body ya Stogie T
Ke morena wa mahipi

and outta town with a package got me nooed
cuz i rather take a chance 
before i ever be employed by a cracka who don't view
me as a man but as a boy
cash

B-I-G

Lean back fat like Joe, two step forward like I'm G-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm, but the pigs in the farm couldn't E-I
Put him in a game

Time for Work

Joe Budden

Rage & the Machine

2016

What's going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something's wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock

Got a backpack filled 
With that No. 2 lapiz
Pencil down my rhymes 
'Cuz my flows be choppy
Claimin' that they G.I. 
But they Joe too sloppy
See ya