Fat Joe

[fox69]

"We Thuggin (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin)

"We Thuggin (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin)



[Fat Joe]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all

[Remy Martin]
Remix y'all

[Fat Joe]
Remix y'all

[Remy Martin]
The remix y'all

[Fat Joe]
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)

[Remy Martin]
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron

[Fat Joe]
The god, Fat Joe

[Remy Martin]
And that bitch, Remy Martin

[Remy Martin & R. Kelly]
We thuggin'

[Fat Joe]
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest

[Remy Martin]
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

[Fat Joe]
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress

[Remy Martin]
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck

[Fat Joe]
And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up

[Remy Martin]
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk

[Remy Martin & Fat Joe]
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[Noreaga]
Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?)
Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?)
Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot
Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block
You see, uh

[Noreaga & R. Kelly]
We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

[Noreaga]
Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't
Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins
Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't
And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere)
It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear
And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that)
Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked
FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all)
I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me
Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay
Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!)

[R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[Busta Rhymes]
In 2001, we move fast
I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass
Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can)
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man)
Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged
In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs
Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas
Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas
Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late
Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off
You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off
And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off

[R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

 

[fox69]

"What's Luv?"
(feat. Ashanti, Ja Rule)

"What's Luv?"
(feat. Ashanti, Ja Rule)



[Fat Joe:]
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti

[Ashanti:]
What's love?

[Fat Joe:]
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

[Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}]
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}
What's love?
It's about us {It's about us}
It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}
What's love?
It should be about us {It should be about us}
It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love?

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida
Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
& I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
That's love!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta
(Like a Don is supposed ta)
Please believe
You leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's love?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti]

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot steppin who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on

[Ashanti (Fat Joe)]
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Thug Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)
on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

[Chorus 2 Times]

 

[fox69]

"Winding On Me"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Ron Browz)

"Winding On Me"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Ron Browz)



Eh
Eh
Eheh
Either boy

[Chorus]
She got in the front, I took a step back
She threw it on me I aint expect that
She a dancer she could make it clap
Im in the zone now I think its a rap
She windin on me, she windin on me
Windin on me she windin on me
Windin on me windin on me
Windin on me she windin on me

[Fat Joe - Verse 1]
Now I can throw it up watch it fall on her head
Or I could drop it on the floor and watch it curl to bread
Them niggas aint crack crack I been shakin them feds
Them niggas aint crack crack u could take it or leave
She windin on me grindin on me
Mama see em tryna fuck ya so whats it gonna be
I be in my zone now I'm sippin slowly
You could bet the whole house she gunna blow me
Maybe cause she no me and I'm lit up like a flare on the bottom
She up in an aston by the size of em goggles
Keep duffle cash inside of that louie bag
If I could bottle it up ill sell you my swag

[Chorus]
She got in the front, I took a step back
She threw it on me I aint expect that
She a dancer she could make it clap
Im in the zone now I think its a rap
She windin on me, she windin on me
Windin on me she windin on me
Windin on me windin on me
Windin on me she windin on me

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It go ewwww girl I love you soo
But I put money way above you though
Nasty by nature human vibrater
Just hope that I dont spit yah out as soon as I taste yah
Im cool as lemonade at a sunday picnik
Ill break your girl off and you are not mr.fix it
Uhmm...so she called me to make it juicy for her
And I'm a beat it like I produced it for her
Hot as lucifer
Make that thing right for two of us
Gimme bout a week I'm a have a prostitute named booty for us
So many women be like weezy please seduce it for us
Then after I do they be like please play that acoustic for us
Haha.. I'm an undercover lover and if she backed up I am Joseph the pluma
Haha you can find old ends and since she like my tear drops she be windin on mee!

 

[fox69]

"Yellow Tape"
(feat. French Montana, Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky & DJ Khaled)

"Yellow Tape"
(feat. French Montana, Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky & DJ Khaled)



Attention please, attention please
This feel like the whole entire world collapse

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it
This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it

Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

This that yellow tape shit, me I'm bout to go ape shit
Got 8 chicks on 8 mollies and they about to take 8 trips
Dice game, 8 tricks, got a use to rocking from jay prince
She get it popping, I'm a send her shopping
And that ain't even my main bitch
I'm a vicious, live action, smoking Joe, I'm high jacking
Working though, have my dough, I be there
Fly Jackson, sin city, KOD, hunned thousand, all in once
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a thousand suns
Mama you the shit I bet you cogno
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking bout manes step to the cargoes
Your bitch so thirsty cause she a mogul

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it
This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it

Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Call me Joey, I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag, some Supreme Vans and the half cabs
Bitch is on her pad-add, fuck her with her fat ass
I get gets, my dick licked, my friends hit, that's swag, swag
What the fuck you mean? I been sipping clean, sipping lean
Alexander Wang that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead, fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-choo that train go
Drink slow, my chain gold
Soo woop where your true blue, don't get your block, yellow tape though
8 bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know
Range Rove or the bank roll
I shoot you and change clothes

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it
This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it

Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Montana!

You know we loaded with the choppers by the hunder boy
When you talk about that work you niggas unemployed
White work I got it, brown work I got it
2 chains, show your titties ho, damn right I got it
Just copped about 8 bricks
Just copped about 8 whips
Cop work for the same mit
Your ho stash like 9 knicks
Smoked that loud but keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
Bitch drop my cock back, your bitch look I slide that
To the south Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back
South Bronx we got it, Joe crack we got it
Black card, no limit ho
Now I'm right, we bout to poke

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it
This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it

Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

 

[fox69]

"You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind"
(feat. Apache, Kool G. Rap)

"You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind"
(feat. Apache, Kool G. Rap)



"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]

 

[fox69]

"Your Honor"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Your Honor"
(feat. Action Bronson)



[Intro: Fat Joe]
Rihanna Rihanna hey ho hey
Madonna Madonna hey ho hey
Here is a good family nigga
He does give to numerous charities
He did bring back all the money, your honor
"But do it for America"

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
For the love of drug dealing, bricks to the ceiling
Tits on display, relatives on payroll
Put my moms in the mansion, mink dragging off the yay
Got lifers ready to kill when I say so
C.O slide me cellphones
Speak Italian with my capo, Jesus medallions is extravagant
Sitting in the Porsche like I'm Tony M
Niggas tryna X me out, shoot me off the podium
From luxties to brought peace for crime syndicate
I grind in the mix, you niggas rap into this
Pump cracks out the wall, back at us all
At Lil Wayne's crib writing crack on the wall
Barcelona 9's but these squeeze all
23 shots off a hardened man jaws
For my Chi Town niggas, Joey need a statue
Cause Joey played the dolly in 'em
Shoot like paparazzi, I go Kanye crazy
Then beat a nigga blue like Beyonce baby
Uh, lifestyle of the realest
Step on Donatella when I'm coming out the villa

[Bridge:]
This shit separate me from the pack
I'm the reason why the Hip-Hop Compton patrolling the block
They must've heard I was cooking with rock

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Respective path made, the 850 roof is black suede
Hair slicked back like Pac
Driving glove zipped up speeding tickets getting ripped up
Eating chicken, getting my dick sucked is basic
Ronny fake A6
This fucking beat make me feel like I'm in the basement
These fucking drugs make me feel like I'm in the Matrix
With a little trench and a motherfucking feather earring
You better cherish before I perish
Scuba diving off the terrace
Utilizing my athletics
Supersize me on the lettuce you could keep the beef
Cause I know you're tryna keep your teeth
I like 'em greek with a petite physique
She make me healthy things to eat and never feed me meat
So I keep Chanel on the feet I'm a great man
We table then we ate lamb
Then we shake hands

[Outro: Fat Joe]
I'm not a stranger to the court of law
That's how you got the word for the 57
Niggas yelling out the window "Joe's at it again!"
Joe's at it, Joe's at it, Joe's at it again!
Why crack have to hit so hard?
Niggas yelling out the window "Joe's at it again!"
Said Jojo crack shit's all the same
(As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain)

[Action Bronson:]
Bam bam Bronsolino
Action Bernstein, Action Constanza
Yo DJ Premier live from headquarters
10 to 12 Friday nights
Get with the fucking program
Listen to that legend
Bam bam Bronsolino in the building Flushing