Lyrics:
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
Crack
Yomo pa
Honey tú sabe', Yomo
Fat Joe, papá
Terror Squad (Fat, el goldo)
Rompa Discotekas
¿El Father, qué pasa?
Jay-z
Papá, Hector El Father
to never surrender
cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
It's my world
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
I got that new F-N, call it that
guerreros
W, Yandel Fat-Fat-Joe
(Wisin and Yandel) nosotros controlamos esto
Bayabori subelo
these nuts, Akon and Khaled
Rick Ross, Tip, Stunting and Fat Joe
And I can-can-can't forget Brisco
And yeah, I had to squash the bullshit with so
Its
I’m back at it again
Thumpin’ like the system in my
New big body Benz
Look I’ma Fat Joe, my neck glow
The lights hit the ice
It's a special effects show
on her brail, playas so real
I'm on a whole nother plato
Lean back Fat Joe i ain't got time to be
Concerned with you assholes
Status outrageous, I'm
Louch, went double plastic
Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics
A hundred shots, a hundred clips
Y'all ready to die
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he
slowly, baby, you're like an assassin
And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Now you can get with this or you
times Fat Joe.
I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with zozs.
Banana Azuri,
carry guns but my dawg holdin' one
y'all boys flip bricks, these boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, rest in peace Big Pun
This how I do it, do it, spit
a hater like golf and put a hole in one
I don't carry guns but my dawg holdin' one
y'all boys flip bricks, these boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, rest
like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Dj Kay Slay, The Drama King
Fat Joe, 50 Cent
New York City, had to happen
It's about
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
Imagine if big pun was still alive
I could see fat joe screamin terror squad
Imagine
The ghetto's the ghetto 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
Remix (ha)
Eliel
El mismo 'e siempre
N.O.R.E. (Don)
NORE, pocos elegidos
(Crack crack) (Don)
Fat Joe (LDA!)
(Don) LDA
The Chosen Few (Don)
Remix
Remix (ha)
Eliel
El mismo 'e siempre
N.O.R.E. (Don)
NORE, pocos elegidos
(Crack crack) (Don)
Fat Joe (LDA!)
(Don) LDA
The Chosen Few (Don)
Remix
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
got me singing this song
Love the way you turn me on
(Fat Joe)
Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rolling wit
Relax, and let Crack take
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
walk around pockets on Fat Joe
Nigga walk around with the deuce deuce
Smoking on fat ass blunts, Bruce Bruce
Riding in the truck with
No motherfucking
Yea What's happenin'? Bone Thugs~n~Harmony
Fat Joe Terror Squad Mo' Thugs
the Good Times nigga we on top of the world
[Chorus (2x):
Nose in our business
What is this some kinda joke?
Man, everywhere I go all I’m
Hearing is more talk
"What’s up with Jada and Fat Joe?
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