Lyrics:
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
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
Fuck all y'all and this time I mean that
I'm so dope the plug can't believe that
They throw jabs, like fat joe I lean back
Y'all fucked up but this
You wouldn't find a Degrees that
Could match with us
You prey on a week bitch and
Try to get her Speed Stick
But use shit that bitches use
And that is
you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Be-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up,
above the competition, cause they're so below me
Kinda like what a Geneva watch, is to a Rolly
And I know King Johnny, the real King Johnny
Those
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit
and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse
straight-up
Comin' real again
Buck buck muthafucka
Right at your muthafuckin' ass
This shit too strong for a muthafuckin' vest
So watch your chest and your
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
suckin' on my balls, this bitch gon' eat niggas
This a crazy ass gun, it got three triggers
We just killed a fat nigga, need three diggers
When I'm high,
in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick
Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like your name is Water
But I'm ten years older
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak,
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
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