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Fat Joe
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[Fat Joe]
Yeah, dont get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them beemers, them NSXs, them Lexus
All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit
Uhh, money man in the house
Yeah, uhh..
Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin
A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin
Forever be forever great
Its the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow
Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?
Its all for steel my son, light as a tongue
The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done
Remember that, I dismember cats that act
A plain and simple fact is I react on impact
Im plenty versatile, wild
Have you screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark tints, for sticky events
Suspense makes the lead dispense
A baby oil massage when Im feelin intense
Fly mamis with kis taped to their bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh, the top dog, ??
Hazardous to your health like smog
Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)
(Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard
Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
Its that real nigga shit from Fat Joe
[Fat Joe]
Business chatters over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmys Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin the life of a star
Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams
While you suckers havin limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truckll be pickin all you guys up
Word to mother, shit is realer than you think
Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks
A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink
So theres no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunks what Im luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squads everywhere you look
Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took
From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook
Chorus 1.5X
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when you come home youll be on nigga
Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace
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