Lyrics:
independent ladies, yeah, they make a lotta doe
So they get nothin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game, yo
Army fatigue
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
Merengue electrónico vamo' al mambo
Vamo' al mambo"
Maffio y Fat Joe
Quiero hacerte el amor en la di di discoteca
Y no me importa quien nos vea
(so is that ass though)
But life givin' too many chances
She fucked it all the way up like Fat Joe (up like Fat Joe)
I want refund on tickets I
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
[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
a definition of his own early age, and forming his own crew Full-A-Clips
He was able to get noticed from his newly found partner in crime, Fat Joe
Pun
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
Joe" - Cut and scratched)
[Fat Joe]
Before we get started, let's talk about these coward-hearted MC's
That claim to be true O.G.'s and war specialists
Yeah
Need that... ooo, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, whoa
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
beef
Jay Z no cash
Diddy no biggie
Fat Joe no pun
Lil Jon no crunk
DMC no run
Jeezy no coke
Katt Williams no joke
MC hammer still rich not
Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn!
FUCK FAT JOE!
mas maíz
Mas maíz, papi dame maíz
Mas maíz
Sbk Nina Sky Nore
Big Mato Pitbull and Fat Joe
And Chingo Bling's
Gonna take u to da taco shop
Hahaha
Its
and the shit do kick, word
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill,
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe
Representin' the motherfuckin' South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin'
Chilling in crack smoke
You can't tell me 'bout trap bro
Now I rap G, get a cat lean
Defo make his back lean like fat Joe
Fat P, I got a crack flow and
I get
you got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror
Fat Joe, TPain shawty
[T-Pain:]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need
Qua$imorto
Esses caras só me acham tosco
Essa mina me acha maneiro
Que eu sou verdadeiro meu estilo é novo
Cê quer um Feat ou um Fat Joe
Protegido hit Ji Joe
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
Spit facts like my teeth leak venom
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Eyes open looking right at the mirror
jestem duży jak Fat Joe
Może nie lecą na mnie laski jak na Pharella
Ale biję każdy rekord jak Bad Boyz
I jak X zawsze jestem skory na melanż
Może nie
[Movie Dialogue:]
This is where we fight
This is where they die
?????????? boys
[Fat Joe talking]
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn
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