Fat Joe

[fox69]

"Damn"

"Damn"


My niggaz it Coca
It's crackology 101, Nigga
I breed you Nigga's
My son

Owww

[1st Verse]
The penalty is death
And I'm inflicting the torture
The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster
Its heavy promo catching beef wit Joe
But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone
Thought we heavy
Chopper firerin
Motherfucker's is dying
Nigga's is runnin'
Helicopters is flying
All these suckers is lying
Tell these Fedsters to see me
And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti
I think its called Fiji or something like that
Get your shit pushed Motherfucker
Fucking wit crack
Catch a hundred in your cap
Your brain be by your waste line
LV on the track
Hell of a baseline
Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem
Now that's stardom
Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger
Hundred mill strong
Still dying of hunger
Under the chinchilla
Believe me this shits is rilla
This piece ull leave you in pieces
And make you sleep better
The streets terror
The weak better retreat man
I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Damn, those guys are gettin doe
That's why all these gansta call me Coke
We get money money
You got nothing from me
And if you get caught Nigga don't mention Joe

[2nd Verse]
I keep hearin that Crack the truth
Real niggaz is scream
Joe get back in the booth
Yeah I do it for them niggaz that be huggin the block
Them jack boys don't give a fuck
Dumpin there caps
These niggaz crazy
Some more real
They'll git you for everything
Even your Paul Wall grill
Yes Nigga
Its survival out here
These niggaz don't even respect the bible out here
Its pyro's out here
Cuts and King too
That's the only thing the summer going bring you
I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game
Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain
I got 'em sick man
Look how the shit bling
Piss stain
Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man
You ain't Pac
You ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact
You is a great actor
I'm one O G
You need to respect
Especially if you don't want niggaz to see through your chest
I caught his Mama at the face to face
Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8
Nigga
Follow me now say

[Chorus]

Yeah
This goes out to all the Nigga's.
From Ghetto to Ghetto
Jail for Jail
All my niggaz playin' in the yards right now
Doin' pull ups
Bumpin'' this shit in your headsets
I love you Nigga's

Crack
Otisville you know its real
Rikers
All my niggaz holding in down
All my street niggaz gansta Nigga's
Cook

 

[fox69]

"Darkside III"
(feat. Dre)

"Darkside III"
(feat. Dre)



[Verse 1:]
Modern day productions was the soundtrack to my life
I was bumpin that while I was puffin crack up through the knife
Cuban link that 15 Yoda, flooded that shit out with ice
And put shadow shadows shadow shadows to strike it that's 2 sides
We the ones they callin when they need to spray they blockas
I got shooters on the corners, guaranteed they hit the shot
G's it's shadow work you know we got that far
Moving turkeys up til Christmas
Reach and call em by the bars, stunt on ya'll
Rolls gold Rollie, presidential
100 racks on me – that's the beretential
Don't tell the feds though, they got me for a ticket
But when I touch it down I'm droppin 50 on the strippers

[Hook 1:]
Darkside 3, Lord provide me
With a couple I'll niggas
That'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds yea yea

[Hook 2:]
Darkside 3, Lord provide me
With a couple I'll bitches
That'll hold it down
They gon be around and lay down yea

[Verse 2:]
I'm more than obnoxious bitch to the Trayvon rally
Hit em with Compton shit, she giving me brain in the alley
Leave the curtains open on purpose to let a bitch see
If she curious I'll put her on the work to lick be
Most of these rappers is actors buyin they entourages
Write prescripts to the judge just to duck a few charges
Strong force shoots, slinging them pies
Try hang me out the job for my criminal ties
Uh wettin yay way before I ever made the tape
Closed caskets, them ghetto bastards still an open case
Crocodile tears, you niggas never bust a gun
As long as you picked your last and you give her a son

[Hook 1:]
Darkside 3, Lord provide me
With a couple I'll niggas
That'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds yea yea

[Hook 2:]
With a couple I'll bitches
That'll hold it down
They gon be around and lay down yea

 

[fox69]

"Dat Gangsta Shit"

"Dat Gangsta Shit"



Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, dat gangsta shit
What you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh

Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons
and when I wish to put aside the questions
before they find out, who's the realest
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest
shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain't so hard to start clappin
but I lay low, create flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world
mad at me, but very few challenge me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don't need y'all, disrespect the Don and I'ma see y'all
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I don't kill you I'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't have the beast soundin Japanese
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us
They love the Don, these words are more than just another song
If I said I slit your neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, Joe the God, the Terror Squad official
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper
Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah
Goin out to all the real niggaz
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop
All my niggaz on the corners
DJ's, no matter where the fuck you from
it's where's your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga? Yeah
Don Cartagena
Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!

 

[fox69]

"Dedication"

"Dedication"


[Fat Joe]
Whattup JuJu?
Uhh, whattup Beatnuts?
All them Dominicans in Corona
Bobbito Stretch, my nigga Funk Flex
This is the dedication
Yeah, Punisher Big Dog in the house
Full Eclipse crew
Rated R, my nigga Domingo
East New York representin, check it

Before I start, you know I got ta
pay homage and respect to Afrika Bambaata
Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work
Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert
Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends
Violator Records, now featuring The Twinz
Diamond D, for believing in me
Showbiz & A.G., the whole D.I.T.C.
My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back
whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track
Aiyyo Guru, you know I love you to death
Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach
Nevertheless, on the other side of town
there's my brother Lord Finesse gettin down for his crown
DJ Sirs, killin shit, word to God
Peace to Funkmaster Flex and the whole Flip Squad
Nice and Smooth, hey yo you know the situation
In case you haven't heard this jam is called the dedication

Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..

Hey yo fuck all the rest, I'm givin love to Wu-Tang
My nigga Chef and Big Meth, keep doin your thang
Tony Starks, Ason, and the rest of the crew
All my niggaz from Shaolin, you know how we do
James Todd Smith, for inspirin me
And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, yo you know you're the best
Make sure you get that message that I left with West
Anyhows, on the other side of things
Big Nas, L.E.S., and Mobb Deep from Queens
Puff Daddy, get the millions kid
Nuff props and respect to Notorious B.I.G.
DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you
Doo Wop, S&S, oh yeah and Ron G too
Craig G, forever tryin to live like me
And of course the one and only DJ Kid Capri

Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..

Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated
to all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh
What up Puba?
Whattup my nigga Kool Micski?
I ain't forget ya, L.A. love
Sadat X, Das EFX
Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop
Word to mother
Little Heck, the whole TS crew
Big Power, Gizmo
And we out..

 

[fox69]

"Definition Of A Don"
(feat. Remy Martin)

"Definition Of A Don"
(feat. Remy Martin)



Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
What?!

[Chorus: Remy Martin]
They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah)
And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em)
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh)
In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo
You wouldn't understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done... my life...
Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O.
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do'
With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
with chrome knowin that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!
If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it
If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
on our phones in hopes of cuffin us
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious

[Chorus repeat 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Does Anybody Know"

"Does Anybody Know"


[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does anybody know... Joe...

[Fat Joe]
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em niggaz

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK!
Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin
Touched the down, and he's down
See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever

[Fat Joe]
Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change
Blowin through your city, here comes the pain
They say, the more things change, the more stay the same
So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88
My momma askin - {"where did he go"}
She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"}
Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"}
But little did they know - {"where did he go"}
that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green
Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green
We just, break the rules and live a life obscene
I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene
You couldn't even imagine what my eyes done seen
But now it's - I'm a thug, I'm a killer
I'm a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I'm good
I'm out, I swear after this disc I will quit
Pun if you listenin God you truly been this

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahahaha
All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin
Uhh
Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah

[Fat Joe]
Imagine some old foe with no fire
The God done ran off and retired
No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems
No rappers these ladies, call handsome
Me I'm just dancin, velvet LaPelle
In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle
I blow smoke now, the stress done got me
Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky
{"where did he go"} I'm tryin find myself
It's hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth
And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?
Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control
It's like the Hammer story stands out; can't walk through the Bronx
Cause e'ry muh'fucker got his fuckin hands out
Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me
Changed my phone number, got everybody askin

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahaha
More money more problems
Yup, it's Cook!
Yeah

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Joseph Carter, that's who I be
I'm still runnin the Carter, that's how we eat
Niggaz, don't even bother cause that's when we meet
In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats
There's never been a rapper this credible as Joe
Dropped "The Incredible," I'm better with the flow
And e'rybody's askin where did he go
Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it's Cook Coke

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!
BX borough niggaz, yeah...
Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner
Peace to the money man, Macho
Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge
Ha ha, Kato rest in peace
Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA!
My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy
Hahahaha
All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there
Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon
Mexico, yeah..
{"where did he go"} it's Crack!
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

 

[fox69]

"Don Cartagena"
(feat. Puff Daddy)

"Don Cartagena"
(feat. Puff Daddy)



Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? [2X]
Nobody wanna handle it
[Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? [2X]
[Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? [2X]

[Verse One: Fat Joe]
Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone
That's word is bond on my moms
That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" [4X])
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)
Physical rap means we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
We the realest you ever gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)
Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)
Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)
It's my city, and everything in it
Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)
We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana
[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Yea, uh, yo
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)

[Chorus 2X]

[Puff Daddy talkin over chorus]
Terror Squad, and Bad Boy
Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you

Can't sleep, ten deep
Yea, uh-huh
Adios to manana
Terror Squad, what?
Bad Boy, khanmean?
Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you, I see you
C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?
Say what say what?
Uh-huh

I see you.. take that..
Adios to manana!

 

[fox69]

"Dopeman"
(feat. Jadakiss & Dre)

"Dopeman"
(feat. Jadakiss & Dre)



[Fat Joe:]
Trying to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a bitch in the front
Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
I got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your muthafuckin head if you want
I got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood
And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the wood
I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles
Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future
10 racks on my feet, but that’s something I’m used to
I put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake
Worse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
I’m in the beach somewhere foreign, I’m in your bitch while you snoring
A million cash off the tour, then I’m back in the morning
I’m fuckin sick of you niggas, I’m about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

[Hook:]
Go prez, go prez, rolling in Bugatti
I got that Ringo Starr
I’m slingin’ Paul McCartney
Bitch I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I’m the dopeman
Bitch I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon

[Jadakiss:]
Of course I could get em
But do you know what to do with em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of ‘em
Talking about that diesel: the root of all evil
You could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle
I need a hundred more, and I want it pure
Cause when somebody die off it
Then they want it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers
Oxys got generic, they switched it to old
When you give em a 9 or better they go bananas
Make a million dollars a month: that’s what the plan was
Now to catch the morning shift
Cause they need that morning sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11, then I’m blowing spliffs
Show you how to get right, crib right, whip right
Ten dollars a bag, but it’s 20 after midnight
Pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
You know who I am muthafucka: I’m the dopeman

[Hook]

Cut the man off the middle, I want it all off the top
Bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block
I’m taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product
Invest in killers and dealers to take my company public
I got a thing for them strippers
Got a pole in the mansion
White ho, Marilyn Manson
This for all of my niggas doing time up in prison
For getting caught with the burner, you know a rider’s ambition
I’m ’bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to Vegas
I’m ’bout a Zionist mic praying the Lord to forsake us
Remember times I was broke, how it run in your pocket
Spend my money on dope, then I tripled my profit
Now I’m a multi-millionaire, head off in the Lear
Take bitches on the private, than set off in the air

“What you say nigga?”
“I said I’ll suck yo dick!”

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Drop"
(feat. Jackie Rubio)

"Drop"
(feat. Jackie Rubio)



Joey time, report to the dancefloor.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

More Money , more problems
I've been runnin the apple from the bottom.
I've been told my nigga Khaled I got 'em.
GT's Bugatti's you aint got 'em.
Rose keep that on deck.
All day , Hoes hey, lil momma all at.
She like it and she want it so you know she gonna get it.
My nigga's in the club, so you know we gonna set it.
We got people, you're not equal.
Another one, another Joe crack sequal.
More hits then 'em all flick we move.
More pits that mr Cool aint sweet cool.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Or she once, on she knees.
Brand new Bentley drop on the (?).
Accently nigga in the hood about me.
Call me the (?), cuz crack got keys.
Chicks unbelieves, wrist on freeze.
Hundred mill lots and I fill 'em like cream.
Crack a boss man, livin a nigga dream.
Jacuzzi so large I can feel like 18.
Hey! Is that he swimmin to Joe?
Every weekend if the car comes I quit with the Boss.
And you know Shit hard , when it's Swizzy and Joe
88 nigga yeah , cuz I'm dope with the flow. (now let's get it)

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Ooohw
Swizzy!
It's individuel...
Y'all know what it is!
Individuel, individuel time!
Let's go.
Let's get it! [7x]
Joey Time!

 

[fox69]

"Envy"

"Envy"


Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down
Charlie Rock, LD
All my peeps who passed away, yeah

[Verse 1:]
I remember when we used to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects, used to be Godsville
Brothers was wilin, others was cool
Some hit the island, some smoked fools
Me I chose the life of crime since day one
13 years old, already trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
That's why I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything would be alright
14 Years old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I told then I'd take your life
Hey Yo, I meant it
That's the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake jacks
And get your cap peeled

[CHORUS:]
Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin

[Verse 2:]
Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard
sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god
Hoping that today won't be the last
I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted
(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
Life's trife, and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an alibi
Juliani wants to see a brother fry
So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
Cause riches are my destiny

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[Verse 3:]
No one expected me to blow like this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ?atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the seat
The heat for protection
Momma look at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes
No more holes in my gibros
Strictly denim and clothes
Airwaves blasting my latest single
All up in the Mecca Club
Making Lucci while I mingle
Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me

[CHORUS]

Big Joe, South Bronx
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