Fat Joe

[fox69]

"My Conscience"
(feat. KRS-One)

"My Conscience"
(feat. KRS-One)



[Fat Joe]
Coca! Krills!
{A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist}
uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, copped my first triple bean
Tryna get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my thing
I'm just a kid, with envisions
and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan told me
"Yo, Joey just do ya thing"
Now I'm lookin back, man
I ain't have no conscience
Slappin niggaz silly
till them niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my conscience
Now it be fuckin with me
So-called activist
try to dis me publicly
And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, start at

[KRS-One]
But this your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and weepin
You tryin to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you eatin'
You ripped a rhyme last weekend
You cleared a mill, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what they speakin'?
Just keep movin, leadin!
You from the place of them heathens
Cop needs to see them
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street bleedin
Moms grievin
Joe, you came up from all that
Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!

[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me

[KRS-One]
Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You should run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya!

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the block like a hustler
Guns with the mufflers
D's put the cuffs on us
He's an MC and these streets put they trust in us

[KRS-One]
Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they lust in us
They fuss wit us, ain't nobody helpin us!
One minute they cheerin us
Next minute they cussin us!

[Joe Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience says no
I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now

[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me

[Fat Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my conscience speakin?
Sounds like my mentor

[KRS-One]
Yup, you guessed it!
How else could I enter?
It's been a couple of years, as we rock the joint venture
You ain't been callin me lately, you don't remember?!

[Fat Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style from?
Them live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before cocaina
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger
You was on ya album cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Flip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

[KRS-One]
Joe, let's take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whole Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua pride
Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was with Jive
All the BULLSHIT you been through
How you survive?!

[Fat Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all time

[KRS-One - chuckling]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind!

[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me

[KRS-One]
KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is
K-R-S-UNO es fresco

[Fat Joe]
My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...
BX, TS nigga - UH!

 

[fox69]

"My Fo Fo"

"My Fo Fo"


[Shots being fired]

Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me

[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

[Chorus]

Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right

[Chorus]

NEW YORK!
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
Never comin' out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man

 

[fox69]

"My Lifestyle"

"My Lifestyle"


[Chorus:]
(You all wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have have your Mac's out
Bring it on, and I'm gonna show you gangsta)

[lapses over]
Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..

[Verse 1]
Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?
I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs
In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
And live niggas get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life's legendary
If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary
What you know 16 be missin' Benzes
Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches
Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitches
A-YO, you can ask dapadan who was the man
Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand
Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie
My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me
Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now
with the taj, stay frontin' with top down
See me in that new thing with my fiancee
Ass so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE"
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
for giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow
WHOA

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 2 (lapse over chorus)]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
He got his shit rocked cause he didn't pay homage
It's the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit
Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid
Joey Crack is, the most official
Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue
I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me
I could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHED
And that sucks, ain't nobody could fuck with this
Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss
For runnin' your lips
Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, don't make me...
splash your lungs right in front of your kids
I'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard space
or I'm gonna have your ass erased
I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit
But still don't get enough props
All I hear is "Gangsta" you ain't build like that
Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
I'm from crills to crack
You've been dealin' with rap
You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealing your act
What the fuck

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"My Lifestyle (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Remi Martin)

"My Lifestyle (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Remi Martin)



[Jadakiss]
TS
Double R baby, D Block
Joe Crack this is history

Who got the most cars, most guns, most bitches
And I don't gotta pull the trigga I just blow kisses
Niggaz love Jada that hate rap
Upstate tryin to get they weight back
Bout to go to k-sack
Cause I made niggaz believers
My voice my flow that helped your faggot ass get in the league
And I ain't gotta suck dick to sell records
get all outta caracter and scream and yell reckless
Listen to me; I'm the cat that'll sit in a tree
And shoot the dog in the head while he shittin and pee
And I'm just so cool; I prally could snatch Trini
from Usher in a club in Atlanta wit no jewels
You always was puss you never was hard
You know who it is Ruff Ryders and Terror-the-squad
And make sure you remember this
My lifestyle remix; 'Kiss, Joe Cracks and Remi-nisce

[Chorus]
Y'all wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on and I'ma show you gangsta
[reapeat]

[Fat Joe]
Hoddie down wit the mac
Boggie down where it's at
Fuck around hear the sounds of these gats
Wanna clown? we react (come on) fuck dat
Don't you know what you do when you fool wit Joey Crack
I'm still the realest y'all just pretend that you
Claim to do shit that we don't remember
Always thinkin that you running the streets
Now I'ma leave you leakin under a sheet(what)
Fuckin with Joe Crack is costly
No gat can off me
They learned that when I sold lacks at 4th street
A few dudes crippleanother 2 vegi
Its more than obvious this terrorsquad crew deadly
What could we do to stop it?
everything new he cop it
convertable blue 6 before you knew they drop it
And even if they didn't wellyou would just assume he choped it
My lifestyle the shit man it's truly poppin

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Remi Martin]
yea yea yea
I catch you backstatge you already know whats gon happening
Ain't gon be no applaud just a whole lotta clappin
You can't live my lifestyle lemme catch yor ass rappin
First bitch to spit a verse first bitch that I'm slappin
Tell me how these clowns gon laugh at me
When I'm flyin pass the ass pushin a pourch to it's capacity
you see me where ever joey crack be
pretty have niggaz sick like oh shit thas remi ?
Yup Straight gangsta (what) straight music
all that hype about your album and it ain't even do shit
You might have a gun but you sure don't use it
And if givin the opurtunity you prally wouldn't even shoot it
I'm the bitch in this rap shit so fuck all you wack chicks
I'm directin this movie and your just an actress
They wanna what?

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"My Man Ski (Interlude)"

"My Man Ski (Interlude)"


[unkonown speaker]
You my Muthafuckin son!
Alright, faggot bring your muthafuckin?
Imma call you ouuut muthafucka!
[Pause]
The muthafuckin shit is real!

[Fat Joe]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Muthafuckin real this is Fat Joe Da Gangsta!

Know what I'm sayin?
I got my man ski straight up for see 76 rockers

Alley,
He wanna say some shit, know what I'm sayin?

[unknown speaker]
You muthafuckin don't buy Fat Joe's records word

Up
Man Imma kill one of yall muthafuckas-
Imma kill your muthafuckin faaaaaaamily
Faaaaaaamily
Faaaaaaamily
Know what I'm sayin?
Ya'll faggot ass niggas out there?
Niggas better buy fat joe's record, faggot!

 

[fox69]

"My Prerogative"
(feat. Armageddon)

"My Prerogative"
(feat. Armageddon)



[Armageddon]
Yo, yea yea
T.S., T.S.
Armageddon, Terror Squad
It's my world (uhh)
It's my world (uhh)
What?
Check this out, yo

It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad lock ice ? than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in
Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with Mafians
Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and
check the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
The finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promises
First ? bitch, movin guns out of Providence
Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
Raps are marvelous, it's like I been here before
Niggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
The first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin this

My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
Trample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rock
Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
Your girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle cock
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
Then I'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the present
Packin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your presence
We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is resting
Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shames, any records played after it
Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
and piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the Bible

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"My World"
(feat. Big Pun)

"My World"
(feat. Big Pun)



Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Lotta money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, Tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten
livin' in the NY city thats rotten
niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'
But we not cuz we all still shinin'
You average, We floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
Wit the thuggish freaks
She love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the streets wit the same principles
Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack one in a million
Get cash from drug deals
But still keep the weapons concealed
build wit the gods
todays madd fast cars
who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
My repitore is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly you can't fuck wit me

[Chorus - Big Pun]
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets

I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my FJ560's
It's many ways that we gon get it
Look how many years we don did it
cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted dreamed of
create a mean buzz
Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love
You see us on B.E.T.
Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this
consecutive hits
You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit
conpetitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out
No doubt
take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas force black outs
shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty

[Chorus - Big Pun]

[Ad-lib til end]
Yeah, gon ride for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon ride for you
Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)
Yeah, We gon ride for you
We gon ride for you
Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you
Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, Uh
Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you
Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
Joey Crack, realness 1 [7X]
Tony Montana, Yeah what

 

[fox69]

"No Drama (Clap & Revolve)"

"No Drama (Clap & Revolve)"


[Chorus]
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap
We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama

Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it
Ten million written all over that

We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve

[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K's check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personal
This Coca baby
I'm an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You's a clapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Layed his ass flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines
Yeah, I smell pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That's how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it
I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker
I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets
Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
I got a thing for my little buddy
That black Mac do his thing
Leave a Nigga ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em
We'll open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I'm a rat killer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga
Yeah it's crack Nigga
A lot of bitches like to talk
Make em bite they tongue
Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'fucker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber
I'll leave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers choke

 

[fox69]

"No Problems"
(feat. Rico Love)

"No Problems"
(feat. Rico Love)



[Verse 1:]
New york ain't been the same since I paralyzed the city
(Slow down son, you killin' 'em) courtesy of diddy
Courtesy of niggas that's packin the mac millies
And weezy on the island where a day feel like a milli
And you can just imagine his commissary's like a billi
Enough to have a skinhead blastin' Public Enemy
Arm & Hammer mixed with white powder
Stretch the money long that's why I call it white power
You see the whips out front they all ours
Got women in em they wheelin and all wildin
I rock G arms and so joe smiling
Seen tmac with dion like he was in coney island
Madison square is the new fresh fest
Niggas try to stunt try to terminate the X
Push me in the corner where I perform the best
Joe crack move packs that's the key to success (haa)

[Chorus:]
Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet
It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe
Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
And killas don't sleep
Nigga show me where the safe
Trust me you want them problems
Pull up on you with the treble and bass
And mop the whole place
Oh no it ain't safe
It ain't safe round these parts

[Verse 2:]
Way before I sold you an LP
I was a giant in the hood passin rocks to LT
I watched fiends get a taste of the sample
The bass send em straight to Planet Rock, Luther Campbell
Light em up blow em out like candles
They scramblin backwards cunningham randall
I flipped the pie to an enterprise
So you stompers were hittin zippers so you could stash the dope inside
Five sixty my niggas yeah I did that
And never ever show a bitch where your crib's at
The next day we at your door, "where your kids at? "
And if they don't out the raw, nigga click clack
And this is so darkside
I swear a nigga get way more hate than apartheid
Just give me death row we can part ties
Apocalypto flow pull your heart live

[Chorus:]
Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet
It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe
Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
And killas don't sleep
Nigga show me where the safe
Trust me you want them problems
Pull up on you with the treble and bass
And mop the whole place
Oh no it ain't safe
It ain't safe round these parts

 

[fox69]

"Okay Okay"

"Okay Okay"


Lower the music, keep the mic up
Turn the mic up
Yeah uhh, Coca
Okay, okay okay
E Philly I see you nigga
Yeah, yeah

This is on my boy Georges, Tricky's is sellin boulevard
(Tricky boo) My niggaz with buck fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain't afraid to kill a broad
You witness the realest nigga to spit this hard
Yeah~! Look at my clothes
Look at these diamonds, look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those (AOWW!)
Yeah, who's harder than Crack?
Have the awe to play martyr then I father you back
Bein burst you didn't earth you make you part of the mack
Then I ask the whole block who got a problem with that
You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks)
You fuckin with niggaz that live the lyrics
Cold blooded, when it's drama ain't tryin to hear it (nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit

[Chorus:]
'Til my last breath, I'ma rap 'til the death
Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps
Great with the knives, much better with the Tecs
Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay

Yo, 300 brolic yeah I'm sendin them niggaz
Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine nigga
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up
And my arms like a gift the way the shit racked up
My ambition to get it - the Bronx still burnin
And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon
I'm swervin, observin, fake niggaz I'm learnin
Him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and
I'm servin, any nigga that want it
I'm not a role model; how could I be? I'm blunted
Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites
Dominican bitch, you can find me in the Heights
Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes
Real shit, that's the story of my life
Look at me wrong? I thought gettin money was right

[Chorus]

Okay, hahaha
We live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off you get too close nigga
Yeah, ain't nobody seein the Squad
The hardest niggaz
Realest niggaz in this whole shit man
I don't wanna hear about you niggaz did time
Them niggaz who's hard - you faggots!
I'm talkin to every rapper
Nobody lived my life nigga
It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don
Want the crown? Come get it nigga
BX WHATTUP!!!