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1. _ Livin' Fat
Yeah! Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless niggaz be tryin to front the role When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes After every single show, you know (know) One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want? When I step on stage, I'm second to none Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah Talkin about the way I rock a party Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene I'm mean, my favorite color is green I guess that's why they call it the blues Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done So don't fake moves, cause I never fall That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Hey yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts? I got props, believe it or not I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah One of the livest niggaz in New York Sometimes I be chillin with Son Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack So now you know the flav, and you know the time Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme" So I don't front on my peeps Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT! Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out more free lyrics |
2. _ I Got This in a Smash
Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm saying? Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out Awww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck Suckers better duck, buck buck buck buck! I let off mad shots You get dragged when you face the big shot Yeah, and the Bronx is my territory Suckers getting sprayed, end of story Whether one deep or with my crew I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22 Huh, so you know I'm all right If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train Cause I don't have it up to here Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere Yeah, cause I got it like that It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat How I last and surpass any nigga who shows his ass Is gonna end up getting blast Run for jewels and give me the cash Everybody knows I got this in a smash Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) (Repeat 4x) Aw shit, another brother hit This time it's Tone, life is a fucking bitch It really hurts when the shit hits home Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone Telling me my man caught eight to the chest Nah, this couldn't be, Tone always wore a vest But that's the way the story goes Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows? Man I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death Charlie's in jail and I'm the only brother left It's time to get strong, forget about the sorrow But like Ike said, no one is promised tomorrow Fuck the bullshitting, it's time to get cash Don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) (Repeat 4x) Well it's the F-A-T, Gang S-T-E-R Living like a star, drive a fat car 525 and I'm crazy live Not all the loot in the world could make me take a dive Fucking mad bitches on the first date Straight to the telly, hit the skins, I gotta skate See, I got no time for a stunt Because a 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants Yeah, so dough keeps collecting PC Knocking out punks with my man Diamond D Cause everybody knows I'm the man And if you fuck with me, then shit'll hit the fan I took mad flicks since '76 Robbing every other brother for their motherfucking kicks I once heard a kid say he's his brother's keeper His brother turned around and bust him with a street sweeper Everybody wants the cash But don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) (Repeat 4x) more free lyrics |
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3. _ My Man Ski
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4. _ A Word To Da Wise
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5. _ Flow Joe
[Fat Joe] Ahhhhhhh yeah! Da Fat Gangsta Chorus: repeat 2X You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe [Fat Joe] Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me I'm so much flavor you can taste me I'm underground like a gutter You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter I'm not the man with sensitivity The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapulco Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this with the hands, or take it to the guns.. You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe I can flow, I can flow, I can flow Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town Nuff respect for the Boogie Down I'm livin in the Bronx on an Ave called Trinity My name rings bells, within the vicinity Peace to the money makers always plottin mono Together we gettin dough, just like Lucky Luciano People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker Never liked ? so to Hell with the Rucker Always on my own never sweatin nobody Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway Suckers best scram Now in ninety-three it's all about the Fat Man Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G. Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Micskit (say what?) My crew from Uptown And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beatdown See I got this in a smash If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked like a blunt full of hash My style of rap is legendary Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetary And that's word to Ma Duke I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe I can flow, I can flow, I can flow Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah See I rip the mic if you put me to a test Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest Cause I'm too hot to handle Knockin niggaz out like ?Livingston Bramble? Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton I won't lose weight cause I'm not on the run I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher Never get caught, I'm on top with my game Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train Rappers come close, but they just can't make it When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin Fat Niggaz gettin jealous cause I got a contract But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw You can't compare me to a cornball And you know I kick game like a hottie Now in ninety-three, they should free John Gotti If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes You know I got the flow Chorus 1.5X more free lyrics |
6. _ I'm a Hit That
Baby come and see me, I know you want to see me The brothers out there fronting that only want to be me They don't really have it, yo missy you can grab it So open nice and wide so I can start to stab it Before I do my duty, really knock the booty I want to let you know you're a real hot cutie Baby it's time, I gotta go for mine We can rub a dub or wine wine wine I can take you up or be very gentle Whatever you want, cause it's all in the mental See, I'm a pour silver, all over your body Get you real freaky, I know you love it, hottie Baby, I'm a lick you, tell me does it tickle I won't hit the skins if it smells like pickle Smooth like butter, though I won't stutter Sit on my lap if you really wanna Get with the man who really knows how To knock the boots, God bless the child So don't try to front and give me your back Cause you and I know I'm a hit that "Skins, you got 'em" "Hit it!" (Repeat 4x) Man I really love it, yo I really need it I have a fat jimmy and I have to feed it Sometimes I'm filled with humor, I know a girl named Zuma We hit the sack once, then she started rumors Telling all the chicks that I was really good I'm big like a train, but I'm the man that could Give you what you need, give you what you want I guess I'm like Kenieval, cause yo I love stunts We could get together, whatever is clever I used to watch Dynasty just to see Heather That was then, and now is now And if Heather ever sees me, she'll scream "Wow" The big man of rap, and even more nosey I'm gonna flip, but yo I got hoes Don't try to front and give me your back Because you and I know I'm a hit that "Skins, you got 'em" "Hit it!" (Repeat 8x) more free lyrics |
7. _ Get On Up
Here we go, now I'm back I got soul, although I'm not black Pass the mic and I'm a spark it Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market I used to shoot dice to the curb Peace to my brothers on 163rd Hold your head and stay strong My main man Roadie got it going on So now you know the time Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme I kick the hits even with the big belly Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly So give me that honey love You know what I'm thinking of Joe's the man with the master plan I got more rhymes than the beats got fans Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B And if you don't believe then you soon shall see That I'll be the last to survive I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive So now you know what's up I make the crowd bounce and get on up "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) This is a jam for the radio station Peace to the whole Zulu Nation I'm so bad, call the cops I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop Cause I'm the only real rap monster I love eating shrimp and lobster City Island is my favorite place Step in Sammy's and dog my face Losing weight, that must be a joke Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke Although I'm big I won't take a swig Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet And you know that's not the mood, black Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks So now you know what's up I make the crowd bounce, get on up "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) "Get On Up" is the name of this song Bounce to the beat if you got it going on Now in '93, maybe '94 They'll have a Fat Joe tour Coming to your town with the brand new sound Representing for the whole Boogie Down So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse That's that, everybody knows the flav Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave Fat Joe, chopping down trees Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G. Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx I hope you'll strike me gets a good response And if you like the vibe, act like you know You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) To my people from Brooklyn, get on up And to my people from Manhattan, get on up To my people from the Bronx (Get on up) To my people from Cali To my people from Texas To my people from Atlanta To my people in Detroit Everybody in the world just get on up "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) more free lyrics |
8. _ Da Fat Gangsta
[Fat Joe] Yeah.. uh-huh.. Chill.. hah, yeah.. C'mon.. I'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get Playin Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet Bluffin, ain't my style, niggaz ain't sayin nothin Cause I'm buckwild without frontin Raw to the core, I grew up poor Once I hit the door, I began to explore Curiosity killed my cat, but not me because I learned how to kill with agility I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk In the trunk of a car lays a body Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn't comin back Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh! They can't stop me with a homicide investigation Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station Your best bet, is to let me jet Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I'm upset.. huh! I'm not the one you wanna play out in a program Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! (2X) "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] Now on the hip-hop tip, I'm no joke Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke MC's froze, but I never said freeze Hopin I don't hit em like a fucked up disease Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh! Now you do wanna mess around with the Fat Man cause you see my face in every newsstand Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again How true, I'm not about weed and brew I'm just another papichulo like the rest of my crew So give me the microphone This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script And you know, you don't wanna get your ass WHIPPED Party over here, another in the hospital Lincoln, Memorial, notice that's how I sent you, hah I was the one who played the shoot 'em up games Here's another patient, and yo what's my name? "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! (2X) "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] So I cruise around in the B-M or in the Benz, hurtin enemies and makin new friends They shake my hand, smile in my face The nine's in my waist, so there won't be a chase That's it, the situation is blown out of proportion When you leave, you must use caution Look over your shoulder, even on your block When I come to visit, you know you're in shock So don't say who is it, act like you know Kickin down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe And I got no time for games My name is goin down in the gangsta hall of fame "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta Representin in ninety-three Peace to my man Diamond D Peace out to my man Ski This jam is ?letido?, ha hah more free lyrics |
9. _ Bad Bad Man
Yeah.. now in ninety-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke, and I'm far from a prankster I got skills, aiyyo word life Suckers is scared, because they know I live trife As I troop down the streets of a ghetto Skins are jockin, and always screamin hello But I keep drivin in my jet black Beamer I'm not a daydreamer, but I'm known as a scheamer I'm dead-ass, when it comes to this And if you fuck around, your moms'll reminisce Thinkin of the good times she spent with her son Somebody shoulda told you that I wasn't the one Yes I'm known to get nuff respect and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man Niggaz know the flav "I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched 2X) Check it All the old folks, hate my guts Cause I be hittin all they daughters and they big fat butts Cause I'm the papichulo when it comes to rap and if you fuck with me, then you leave handicapped I don't give a fuck, don't care who you are I gotta say peace to my peeps GangStarr Some real motherfuckers from around the hood When I chills with them, we be up to no good Hittin skins, makin ends Loungin with my friends in my fat BM Whether Uptown in the Boogie Down Or checkin out stunts in the Polo Ground See just like Mel, I'm internationally known And I'm mob related, like Al Capone, check it Too hot to handle, blow you like a candle You never catch Joe in the middle of a scandal Now in ninety-three it's time to take the stand And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man! Everybody knows the flav "I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched 2X) One day I was chillin, caught a buckshot The nigga was butt, so then he gets no props Word spread fast around town I was layin six feet deep underground, check it Niggaz wished the worst, but spoke too fast Cause here I am and I'm ready to blast *gunshot* The cops must have missed, takin me for a bitch Because they tried to gas me, and make me turn snitch But I'm not the one for peace So I turned around and said, "Fuck the police!" I'm the type to handle this on my own Pack two joints and pass one to Tone There's no shame in my game, I do what I gotta do See I'm rollin with a crazy live crew Now in ninety-three it's time to take a stand And you know how I'm livin I'ma bad, bad, man! Yeah! Niggaz know the flav "I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched) Nuff respect to my man Jazzy J Diamond D, Showbiz and A.G., and I'm out Word "I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched to end) more free lyrics |
10. _ Another Wild Nigga From the Bronx
Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right? You comin out the South Bronx Time to let brothers know what time it is T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house [Fat Joe] Yeahhhhhh.. like this! Chilly Dee (represent, and uh) Gizmo (represent, and uh) Keith Keith (represent, and uh) King Sun (represent, and uh) Fat Joe (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn! [Gizmo] I'm from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx! [Keith Keith] Run for help when the mic's in my hand I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that and flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka So step up and let me hear your response Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx! [King Sun] Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies One thing never say run, King Sun I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun Representin where I'm from in a bumrush Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me I'm loungin with Tone and Corey on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk cause I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx! [Fat Joe] Aww shit, what we have here Ninety-three and it's a brand new year My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown It's a damn shame, you better maintain I'm causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz Your rhymes are trash and no frills Carbon copy you're sloppy, see Joe ain't the one I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun Rollin over niggaz like a truck I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblefuck My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol I get you open on the freestyle tip Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah I'm Puerto Rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down! I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! *fades* more free lyrics |
11. _ You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind
"You must be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 3x) [Apache] Aw shit, it's time to get (Dum dum!) If you took what you got, lick a shot (Pump pump!) When the dough is low, we go (Stick up, stick up!) You get knocked on the block, we say (Big up, big up!) Check the misfit, time to rip shit Time to get with the nitwit lyrical lunatic In the street I stay strong cause I'm armed With a nine, what up nig? You must be out of your fucking mind I'm much more than you expect, kid To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records So step up, come come, don't be bashful I got a steel toe and you can get an assful Cause if it's me you think you're better than You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your ass with medicine You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free So I can continue my MC killing spree The police, they try to keep me in the clink, yo I got 'em ducking and bucking, so I don't think so I bust your whole shit if you're not kind Stomping comp? You must be out of your FUCKING mind! "You must be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x) [Kool G. Rap] Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang >From outta Sang Sang to make your motherfucking brains hang Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark Fuck the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fucking heart, so be smart Cut all that bullshit and clown, I'll be the only nigga laying down When everybody else is sitting So who's the next man to hit? I slip in a banana clip And I hit, come and get your bandana split Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch? You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots Cause your license to kill was from Tagget's I warned a brother of another brother's glock And I said "What's up, duck?" And I had my motherfucking gun cocked So be a sport, another lesson drug Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigga got caught So he made prime time cause I had the nine Yeah, you must be out of your FUCKING mind! "You must be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x) [Fat Joe] Sucker back up, a real motherfucker's on stage I shoot the gift like a motherfucking 12 guage Niggas know I'm versatile No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored Saying that they that and this Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit I'm here to represent the Boogie Down Making niggas leave town before sundown And if you don't listen, G I'll stick a knife up your ass like "American Me" I'm serving motherfuckers like Wimbleton I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin And niggas always get me vexed I'm tired of motherfuckers trying to sound like Das Efx You'd better hold your own, child Cause I'm laying suckers like rugs and tiles This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines You step to me? You must be out of your FUCKING mind! "You must be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x) [Fat Joe] Yeah, now you motherfuckers know the flav, East Coast style Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache You step to us, you must be out of your FUCKING mind! (gunshots) more free lyrics |
12. _ Watch the Sound
[Diamond D] Ninety-three it's time man (All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin..) [Fat Joe] A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough! Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough! Boom bip, BAM, here I am Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I'm the man Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker So niggaz back up, yo I'ma set it Fuckin with me, you won't live to regret it I don't fake moves, I break peeps I'm takin niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps See I don't give a fuck about a niggaz rep We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch I cut the niggaz head off, and sent it to his fuckin bitch I ain't lettin a nigga take the stand Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man See suckers can't hang with the slang And if they bring the whole gang well then they'll all catch a bang-bang I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town See everybody knows my pedigree There ain't another motherfuckers that's better than me I could make em pump, I could make em jump But I'm mostly known for givin other niggaz lumps So niggaz better chill and maintain I'm blowin motherfuckers out the frame And if a nigga try to flex Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex I wet a motherfucker like a shower Don't test the Puerto Rican power Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three Peace to Grand Pu', and my man Diamond D So _Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down_ Yeah, but for now watch the sound "Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (4X) [Grand Puba] Check it Yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin flow Niggaz know the game It's time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame Guess who comes to represent? If you motherfuckers don't know, well here's a hint It's the God and I still bag chicks Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks So come on cause I'm comin for the basket Say goodbye to your friends, and start headin for the casket So Doogie make the daquiris; and light the chocolate that you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through with the Hilfiger Cause I flips the flavor-loo It's good for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this no matter what the fuck you do I smash that ass like a block of hash Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass "Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (4X) [Diamond D] Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step I earn my respect then quiet as kept Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check I make more dough than Gregory Peck Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler So back up, and take a good look, because you should look at what a good cook, can do without a fuckin cookbook I don't sniff coke, and I don't smoke coolies Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie But niggaz call me JoJo I'm quick to stick a chick, cause I kick the Willie BoBo on the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried to pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one? (What?) He got his motherfuckin ass done (Yeah!) So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got the mumps See I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Don't try to play yourself, cause you'll be stuck with a motherfuckin ice pick right through the cheek I'm leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less You want a fair one, FORGET IT And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough (yeah) I pull your card cause you're soft like fluff kid I never ever did a bid I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid "Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (8X) more free lyrics |
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