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"Put Ya In Da Game"
(feat. T-Pain & OZ)

"Put Ya In Da Game"
(feat. T-Pain & OZ)



Fat Joe, TPain shawty

[T-Pain:]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need to get a new swag
I can put you in that game
And I could have you lookin like you've never seen
Baby you bad as fuck
But when I'm done you be lookin so clean

[Chorus:]
Let me put you in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)

And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road

I can put you in the game

[OZ:]
She said she never seen a car
With the seat in the middle
She tried to bit my chain
She thought it was some skittles
I don't be runnin game
I just be runnin riddles
Have her hittin high notes
Like my dick comes with a fiddle
Now I'm 24 inches on the grizzo grizzo (Ah Oh)
Anything you want to tizzon tizzon (Ah Oh)
Puffin on that hazel talking pizzonts pizzonts (Ah Oh)
Got to get that money that's how we get down, get down (Yeah)
Suicide doors
I'm so Cole bane
Lowie Camel Jacket
The back is the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
Top blown off
And I ain't even aine
Yankee hat back
The seats are lane
And no it's not a car
That's a fucken airplane

[Chorus:]
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game

[OZ:]
Haha
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is O
It leans in my kizzon kizzon (Ah Oh)
And I blow difference
Cause I'm Stizzup Stizzup (Ah Oh)
Party on the yacht
Or we can party on the island
Party with two way
I guarantee I'll have you smillin
Said she never partied
With a G like me
Well I'm in Caro City
Servin E to the fends
Bet chu never ride that bus
20's on that cognac truck
Bet I'll have your friends
Like they said whos fly as us
Listen to me shawty
I can put you in the game
Shrapwal Wrags be drippin
Couple diamonds in your chain
You know we on a roll
Blowin drow gettin dough
So all you got do is say
Yes ma we can go

[Chorus:]
Let me put in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game

[Fat Joe:]
Now she lookin best ya'll
Cause ya boy's in a slump
I took her out of the jets
The top floor of the trump
Had to hustle hard
To give little mama the monks
Now she runnin down 5th
Like she related to Gump
I'm talking forest
And yes that's the hood where I'm from
Had shawty bustin off
Like her pussy's a gun
Then I beat it up
Like that ass comes with a drum
And I can do the same things to you
That I did for pun and one

[T-Pain:]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need to get a new swag
I can put you in that game
And I could have you lookin like you've never seen
Baby you bad as fuck
But when I'm done you be lookin so clean

Let me put in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I'm spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
Put you in the game
 
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"Rappers Are In Danger"

"Rappers Are In Danger"


[Chorus:]
Rap, Rap, Rap Rappers are in danger, yeah it's The Darkside Ha
Welcome to The Darkside

You gotta a problem mothafucker then holla all you seen was the batter
No lebron when I pop in your flowers
Run up in your labels beat your head with them plax
Better watch wat you shake on them rats
Nigga I am coccaine I am exstortion
We are da streets yes we are in -
Time to take the gloves off mask off hit em
With the MOSSBERG splashin blast first
Baby guts black hurts you nigga ain't ready
For ready wanna talk saucey turn your fuckers
Head to spaghetti all you young boys
I got 16 in you can kill and shoot
The booth up but still can't win
Nigga left me for dead try to
Kick to da curb till them c and p
Boys came and put in da word
Now it's more maybachs
More phantom chops
Ball til we fall til
Da judge let da hammer
Drop

[Chorus x4]

Champagne dreams
Cashmere nightmares
Nigga could'nttouch my flow
Not in light years
This is it like da best of da mic
Years you nigga more pussy
Than dykes here
Yeaah and da ra pound
With a chick with a
Fatter ass then kanye's girl
Suck if you been to harry's
In da streets is where you
Find me the same hood
They suppose let shine be
This dat block music
Yeah go ahead and bust
A shot music back it up
Hustle rocks fuck da
Cops music yeh
U now rockin
With The Darkside
No luv so you know a
Nigga heart cry
Bet I still b on top
Wen them cars fly
Even then I still let da sparks fly
Lotta nigga turn the dick into a slit
Sit down and pee nigga
Now ain't dat bitch

[Chorus x4]
 
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"Respect Mine"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

"Respect Mine"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)



[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo whassup kid? How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin out of Wu-Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin, to the fullest son!
I mean I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
representin the Boogie Down, and the rest of the tri-borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son, I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo it's total devestation, for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin MC's run for the border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin and illin for nothin
You ain't a playa, you just BLUFFIN
Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become President, without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother I take your life
Sodomize your daughter, and make a widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
.. to all the fake MC's

[Raekwon the Chef]
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now

[Fat Joe]
Yo who gets wrecked on the spot? You get wrecked on the spot
I got this whole rap shit locked
Many MC's perpetrated, and gladiated
I'm number one so yo they hate it
Listen here suckers, you don't wanna meet the chuckers
It's the same motherfucker who said fuck the ruckus
Back in ninety-three, when everything was fine and dandy
I was the nigga puttin razors in your kids candy
Mad connivin, it don't get any worser
Best reverse them thoughts DISPERSE
Even if you get loud and curse
you don't put any fear in my heart
Don't even start, you get torn apart
Fat Joe, livin the life
Yo I get trife, and do a number on that ass
with the butcher knife - slice after slice, yea
Causin more destructional horror, than the AntiChrist
Niggaz know the motherfuckin time
Joe represents B-Lawn, respect mine

[Raekwon the Chef]
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
 
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"Rock Ya Body"

"Rock Ya Body"


[Fat Joe]
Aowwwwwwwwww! Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you!
Hahahaha

[Chorus]
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Pull out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
And just - rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock - who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, nowwww

[Fat Joe]
Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money cause I knock on do's
Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo' - Crack, yes!
You gon' need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wessun
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the target
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you and
rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body
just DROP - yeah I'm street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's 'sposed to be, nigga!
Yeah the Bronx is back
It's my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track
(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin niggaz unconcious
Been sendin niggaz to trauma; I bet now you wish
the only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag
Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat
Yeah I need a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack"
Said it, yeah it's all out war
So do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yes, please believe she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses
Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin phillies, bumpin Trick nigga
New York y'all know what it is!
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen 'til they vision turn bitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch
(That's right) By now you can see that I'm global
Slappin MC's for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin shots at me
Find yourself hangin from your feet off the balcony

[Chorus]
 
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"Safe 2 Say (The Incredible)"

"Safe 2 Say (The Incredible)"


[Sample is courtesy of "Bring The Noise" By Public Enemy]

[Intro]
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!
"Once again back is the incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 1]
Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is
Crack, ain't been gone before a week
And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space
Pile high to the top of the Empire State
CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it
Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit
Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
Truly just check the suicide doors
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
Lookin back I did the shit to death
I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead
I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill
Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest
Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 2]
Dope man dope man, I got that coke man
Brother Joe man the king of the streets
TS we incredibly credible like Stun said
It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads
And you know that K go chop chop chop
In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop
I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate
That's when it became apparent to me
That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
I plead innocent your honor
I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef
Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
Problem is when I win, my team eats
But wait, just think the opposite of that
You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 3]
Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back
Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that
Where the cops at? prayin that they comin
Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach
On my waist you know I got keep that oven
For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high
Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[Just Blaze scratches throughout]

[Outro]
Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga!
Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid!
Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! New York!!!!
 
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"Say Word"

"Say Word"


[Fat Joe]
Yeah, don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, 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
It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow
Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?
It's 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
I'm 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 I'm feelin intense
Fly mami's with ki's 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
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe

[Fat Joe]
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy's 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 truck'll 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 there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squad's 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 you'll be on nigga
Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace
 
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"She's My Momma"

"She's My Momma"


You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)
And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the
bed Nigga

Pop your collar to this

It's grills mania, ya heard me
Owww

[Chorus]
She's my Mammy
She's my baby
I love you so much
You driving me crazy
Wanna be down
Jump in the car
Rollin wit me
I'll make you a star

[1st Verse]
Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that
Give her some growth
Waited till I touch the cat
Told she going have to work if she going get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head
She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks
I said Mami stop talking
Just suck on this dick
I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing
Now watch me turn this nothing into something
Get it
Mami, Get in that kitchen
This is free base
Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see True
Just get the money don't listen
That Nigga think he cute
See all this money we got we going shopping
Louis Vitton & Pucci
We get it poppin
We hit the club on some clico shit
See the respect that you get from just being my bitch
Look see 'em they sick
They wan be in your shoes
That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused
I'm just using her for paper
She want a man
I'm bout to see my other bitch but
She understands

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Ay Yo
I met her at the Rucker Park
Watchin' the stars play
I knew she was a terror
She was watchin' the squad play
I knew she had her own
She was pushin' the bubble X
Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X
Fat Ass, Long Hair
Short like Nia Long
I knew she was a victim from the start
My G is strong
And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers
Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers
I'm lookin' at receipts
She spent G's on the kid
I'm pushin' her V
Even got keys to the crib
If I needed to bag up
I bought G's to the crib
I got knocked - What she did
Put up the deed to the crib
Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Look my niggaz is wit Ma
Let's make it happen
So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four
Told every nosey bitch
Get the fuck on the floor
Then she opened up the bag
And started to fill 'em all
Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer
Told security if you move
This goin' be your last night
I'm working with this Mack ten
You workin' with a flash light
I'm walking backwards
Nobody moved word to mother
Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover
That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me
I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me

That why

[Chorus - 2X]
 
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"Shit Is Real Pt. III"

"Shit Is Real Pt. III"


[Intro: Fat Joe]
Slow motion baby, unh
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All we do is speak the truth
Shit is realla then real
Shit is realla then real
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?

[Fat Joe]
Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening
How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening?
Why you had to take Pun, someone so young
Had so much more to live for, as real as they come
Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story
But did they tell you how he provided for forty
family members, grandmas to shorties
Even my seeds ate off the big homie
How could you deceive your kids like that?
Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack
Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
How could I jus stand there and not react?
And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas
You know, do anything for the lime light niggas
I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma
I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed
The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey
I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard?

[Fat Joe]
Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love
Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love
Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up!
I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs
See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel
It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor
But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers
I keep feeding the street but the street feed back
Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks
But never dat, see I keep long money
and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out
Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house
If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour
Busting my ass to make my fans future secure
Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin
All of a sudden niggas talkin like "Joey be frontin"
The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla
I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems
Jealousy's a muthafucka
Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya
I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior
Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya
When it's all said and done I follow my dreams
Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin
If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin

[Chorus]
 
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"Shorty (Put It On The Floor)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Chingy)

"Shorty (Put It On The Floor)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Chingy)



[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t gotta pop the ?
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.

New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]

BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
 
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"Shorty Gotta Fat Ass"

"Shorty Gotta Fat Ass"


Well it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing
Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action
Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health
It's too many skins, so every man for himself
I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar
I know this girl was looking at me from afar
Plus she with a crew, they all got it going on
She came over and asked me if my name was John
I said, "Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you?"
She said "Sorry yo, I just thought I knew you"
She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb
I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm
I pulled her back, gave her my apologies
She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me
Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know
Once she saw the Gucci, she said "Oh, that's Fat Joe"
I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me
No way she was igging me, ayo she was big on me
Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight
My man Black Caese was telling me "Yo she's fly, right?"
No that the jam is over there's no need to front
Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her
Now we in the deli butt naked catching wreck at last
Cause shorty gotta fat ass

Shorty gotta fat ass [Repeat 3x]
She got a big fat...

Driving in my Five on the live side of town
One of those days I just wanna ride around
With three deep, me Diamond D, and Peep
(Who's Peep?) That's my man that be whipping the white jeeps
So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town
Cause I'm riffing in the front fool, Luther Vandross
Never too much, and what did I see?
Honeygrip had a little too much for me
Diamond said "Damn!" Peep said "I know her!"
Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over
Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming
A Spanish caught wreck and that ass was booming
I couldn't see her face cause she wouldn't turn around
Peep is out the window staring Five-O down (Bo bo bo!)
Chill with that, cause I wanna stop and chat
Like a diplomat, yo you're fucking up my rep
She wouldn't turn around so I reached for her pelvis
She turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!)
Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at last
But shorty had a fat ass

Shorty gotta fat ass [Repeat 3x]
She got a big fat...

No need to be ill come all out my face
But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste
Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York
I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk
You got the booming system and I don't mean sound
I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down
I know girls try to say I'm living foul
But you know you can't trust a big but and a smile
I'm not concerned with the niggas in your past
But straight up and down, shorty gotta fat ass

Shorty gotta fat ass [Repeat 3x]
She got a biiiiiig...

Shorty gotta fat ass [Repeat 3x]
She got a biiiig, ha ha
 
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