Fat Joe

[fox69]

"J.O.S.E."

"J.O.S.E."


[talking]
Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games
Niggaz act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
Niggaz replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these niggaz straight music!

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe niggaz schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
Niggaz talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the shit that get me aggrevated
It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake niggaz.. Jers' State niggaz..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s

[Hook]
(J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin shit, still ain't shit!
(E) You envious niggaz can suck my dick!

[talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze niggaz over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV,
on yo' block, on my block, however you wanna fuckin slice it
Bastards, POOF!!

Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..
Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh..

 

[fox69]

"Jealousy"

"Jealousy"


[1st Verse]
Nigga every time you see man
You know you want to be me
Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly
Went from Sergio to Kenny
To moving them Lamborghini's
Got you sick to your stomach
Now you ask yourself why
Nigga, Crack was the first
You seem em in red monkeys
And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size
Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial
And you know that G five's the only way that we fly
Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop
The world beautiful
Brazilian, Columbian chicks
You know the usual
Them niggaz over there please send them some bottles
Cause they lookin' like some haters
I don't really need the problems
Cause these niggaz here
We love to give ketchup
We bloody up the whole damn room
If you let us
And I ain't tryin' to steal
I'm just tryin' to chill
And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill
Nigga

[Chorus]
Jealousy
Nigga, You's a grown man
Why you get so jealous
Why you take the stand

Jealousy
Why you mad at my bitch
Cause she wear fly shit
And she push nice whips

Jealousy
I don't owe you man
I don't know you man
I never sold you man

Jealousy
Jealousy
Jealousy

[2nd Verse]
All these niggaz jealous
Please don't be mad
Don't talk to them boys
Bring up my past
Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass
And that ten mill terror squad
Start up cash
I'm a law abiding citizen
I barely smoke blunts, now
We into real estate
We fuckin with Donald Trump now
When you know who
Told them boys what
I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot
Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV
Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht
Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy
Only Nigga from the Bronx
Though Miami's my block
Now you got us fucked up
Nigga we don't rat
We don't talk to them boy's
All we do it clap
All we do is spill Crys
Got that on tap
Look at all the shit I accomplished
Not bad for Crack

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle
Stones are thrown at me
Record labels is hiding
Nigga's disowning Joey
And still I throw rocks at tanks
The poor peoples champ
Go against locks with shanks
Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards
Stick up kid salute the hard body god
My jail niggaz they love this shit
Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit
And my niggaz on the table
Yeah they listen to this
Little Coca
Little soda
Yeah they whipping up shit
And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me
If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury
They hit you wit that Rico
I'm not meaning PR
I'm talking full scale riots
Whole lot of triage
And I know you not scared but please be cautious
Cause these jealous ass niggaz could be walking amongst us

[Chorus]

To my jail niggaz
To your street memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record we love you
We miss you

 

[fox69]

"Joey Don't Do It"

"Joey Don't Do It"


[Chorus]
[Jimi Hendrix]
"Hey Joe, now where you goin with that
gun in yo' hand?"

Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah
Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherfuckin safe
Got crates full of bass, got pills, got ones
And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun
I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler
A to the K with the motherfuckin muffler
Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak
Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach
Don't do it, don't do it, shit Joey don't do it
I said fuck it I'ma push this shit back to the future
Niggaz call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger
Bullets like Easy Pass, they run right through ya
Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya
Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka
I'ma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance
And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance

[Chorus]

Yeah, uhh
Joey got a gun, and everybody know
that black kitted car stash box where it go
Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that
Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat
Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback
And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped
Canons so big, bounce, they exit
Play Superman, fuck around, get your S split
42 shots to the chest, where your vest went?
No more passes for niggaz, no exceptions
Got the goons with me and them niggaz kinda desperate
Give a nigga a job like Tony, do reception
Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border
Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder
You can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter
Pistol whip the shit out this bitch, put my hands on her

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"John Blaze"
(feat. Big Punisher, Jadakiss, Nas, Raekwon)

"John Blaze"
(feat. Big Punisher, Jadakiss, Nas, Raekwon)



[Verse One: Nas]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

[Verse Two: Big Punisher]
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

[Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad]
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" - [Method Man]

[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

[Verse Four: Raekwon]
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up

[Chorus]

[Verse Five: Fat Joe]
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"K.A.R. (Kill All Rats)"

"K.A.R. (Kill All Rats)"


[R&B sample]
I was born and raised in the ghetto [2X]

[Intro:]
Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale
All my niggaz locked down
Doin that time, you heard me?
This for you
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
We kill 'em
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
Fuck-boy niggaz, let's go

These niggaz bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers
They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters
Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers
You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain't the opera
Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin
I heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island
Howlin - they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar
Now I'm forever gon' get it admit it this nigga's shittin
Animal Hannibal flow, these hands'll damage you though
It's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones
Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls
Trinity's the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go
Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes
Shit if his momma seen him wouldn't even know
Joe, I'm a don, the son of a God
One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad

[Chorus]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Yeah
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Uhh, street shit right here
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Kill 'em, Street Runner

Uhh, yo, yo
Joey don't know never seen never heard shit
Niggaz is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid
I don't know them birds flew/flu, I don't know them killers went
Mug shots you showin me these niggaz probably innocent
These live niggaz turned coat, now witnesses
They'll even tell on they moms, what the business is
We even got some right here in the business kid
And I ain't even gotta say no names, you know them niggaz is
Coca, movin blow down to Villanova
Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh
I don't know if you got the news, I'm a shoot-er
And if that bitch ever get to talkin I will shoot her
Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds
My moms on my mind, keep yellin I'm a loser
Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter
I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger

[Chorus]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
You know, Pistol this one's for you
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
Coca, Streets
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
We kill 'em nigga, that's how!
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")
Brrap, brrrap brrap [gunshot]

[Fat Joe]
Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling
Fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children
I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em
Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin
Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet
Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet
Pull it! Pull it! Nigga don't hesitate, levitate
anybody soul who cooperates
Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed
If you wanna find me well I'm anywhere the dollars be
Killer shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me
In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys!

[Outro: repeat 4X]
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto")

 

[fox69]

"Kilo"
(feat. Clipse & Cam'ron)

"Kilo"
(feat. Clipse & Cam'ron)



All around the world today the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand but did you remember
Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music

K.I.L.O THE KING sayin hello from my suga hill ray Nathan he's Romelo
I plays it like a cello I pull them strings to make them scales teeter totter like
Balance beams its everything it seems the guns and the glamor the re-compressed birds
Booked down wit sledge hammers

Smille candid cameras goddess in zoom lenses un claimed taxes sittin in new benzes
Champaigne drenches the loafers the bosses lord forgive me theres blood diamonds in
These crosses suffered major losses then repeat the past.
Guess I never learned a hard head makes a soft ass

Yup and soft white makes for hard cash and continental gets with a soft rag like soft batch
Cookies out the oven getting 13 at a time now thats a bakers dozen

All around the world today the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand but did you remember
Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music

Ayo theres blood on the cocain a scene that is psycho dope so pure feigns cling to the light pole.
Wet purer than holy water your wife know that she aint gotta fly to columbia
For that lipo..(Darkside)
Cut keys like a locksmith blasphemy but it feels like its gods gift
One sniff'll have you kneel down and praise me nodding out holding onto your babies.
A new conec means a few more dreams now watch a nigga flood the streets like
New Orleans blow like trumpets snorting on the second line fuckin with that white bitch'll
Have you on the bordeline penthouse in the city got the scenic view and maybe you can
Fuck Madonna like you pee in a shoe.
Snowcaps dripping off rock mountains its crack in
Wonderland Got coke dripping out the fountain.

All around the world today the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand but did you remember
Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music

I said a Kilo is a thousand grams but can you remember check my agenda snow like
December coke I'm a emperor go head and taste it numb up your dentures movin in rectas
Obvious intra no I wont serve you dont mean to offend ya.
Round table glass up all hail us toast to life money told me will fail us we prevail from the
Corner now now tell us they got what they dont wanna let them sell us me I cook coke
Cook coke no faction but damn you look broke.
Know my pedigree ready is what you
Better be gotta beef put two holes in yo ass like the letter be my perameter homie is where you
Need to be... Gambler?
Nah janitor I keep the keys...

 

[fox69]

"King Of N.Y."
(feat. Buju Banton)

"King Of N.Y."
(feat. Buju Banton)



[Saya]
An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now!
Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck!
Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?

[Khalid] Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] What is it Khalid, what is it?
[Khalid] The original King of New York has returned
The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader!
(Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!)

[Fat Joe]
The fuck?! What?!
Yeah, mind on my money; money on my mind
Nigga mind on my money; money on my mind

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true King of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin the street, holdin the heat
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad chave in the life we live
MTV's comin over just to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck them other kids! That's how I feel
I thought I said it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and makin hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
Hustlin is the key to success but could you do it
I been layin it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his crown

[Chorus: Buju Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not any squad or clique can squab with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is!

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you ridin through the freeway
Shit is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the crib
I don't know why you surprised bitches love the kid
I'm more realer than the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta face the fact
I pop shit cuz you can't stop me
More rich cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on cuz ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle blew
Betchu sayin, "Damn, what we did to duke?!"
Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it through

[Chorus 2x]

The Don is the King of New York..
The Don is the King of New York...

 

[fox69]

"Lean Back (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin)

"Lean Back (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Jon, Eminem, Ma$e, Remy Martin)



[Lil Jon]
Stop!
I'ts the mother fucking remix

[Mase]
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
For real I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
Uh yea Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
You know I heard Harlem is back
Who in the world wanna problem with that?

[Lil Jon]
Let's Go!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on

[Ma$e]
Yo yo yo yo its deja vu
And the day ya'll do
It'll be the day ya'll bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5 years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on
Plenty homes Mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)

[Eminem]
You don't want no problems with Harlem
You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster
You don't want no drama with the blond bomber
Original don dotta of the blond bottle
The model from white America
Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino
Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the
percentages of the press we don't
The best from each coast
The midwest to the dirty dirty
Even further to Miami
All the way back to Californ-i-a
It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and
tell him about the storm coming all our way
So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait
Shake that ass a little more my way
But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)

[Fat Joe]
No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me
Nigga not me
Got the streets asking damn who can top P
Summer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beat
I guess I'm bicoastal now
Took a down south brother to bring your boy out
As the wheel keeps spinning
I can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out
No Joey bring them semi's out
Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out
So much rappers acting in the game
I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out
Lean back mother fucker
This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker
It's good coke crack preach it to your brother
The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on!)

[Lil Jon]
Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat
And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back
lean back
Hey

 

[fox69]

"Life Goes On"

"Life Goes On"


[Intro - Fat Joe talking]
Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Life Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's like, please goin through wrong
Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo

[Fat Joe]
She was only sixteen, when I met her I was playin the corner
Had to scream one of her niggas, like get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, real neighborhood jewel
You would never see her out, 'less she comin from school
At first we started out like sisters and brothers
'Till we finally let it out, and started kissin and huggin
And your moms always dissin me, tryin to get rid a me
I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity
She was right, sexin all day
When they wouldn't let me in, we be playin the hallway
Talkin all day, bout the stupidest shit
Like if we got rich, what would we do with our chips?
And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
And Life Goes On

[Chorus]
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
(was she a little more), haha ..
Yeah, huh, but Life Goes On

She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
hahahaha, yeah, yeah, woof, uh, yo
But Life Goes On

[Fat Joe]
This shit got deeper, you was havin my seed
I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me
Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan
Kept us up all night, always bitchin and cryin
I was still slingin fast, the "Flow Joe" came out
Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out
The groupies was chasin me, rudely awakened me
No longer safe for me, this new world is takin me
You deserve much more than to be mistreated
I was a fucked up nigga, but at least I admit it
Just to be cool, I helped you through school
So you can have your own career, and don't depend on no fool
Life seems crazy when you look back
I pray to God, that you hook up with a good cat
We can't look at, who's right or who's wrong
But I thought I'd let you know through this song
That Life Goes On

[Chorus - w/ variations]

[Fat Joe]
So I moved on to the next phase a my life
I finally met the women I would make my wife
It was love at the first sight, in the worst way
Shorty kept holdin out, had me thirsty, mercy
Mi shari amor, whisper in my ear
Tell me baby girl is it me that you adore
Used to stay up all night, just bumpin and grindin
Makin plans for the future, how to hustle my rhyme in
Used to drive cross state for like a G a show
A well known famous rapper, but my pocket's is broke
But we kept grindin
Slowly but surely, kept climbin
Pun broke in the doors, now we headlinin
I'm lettin everybody know your my sweetest possession
How you kept me real strong through the deepest depression
Paid no mind to your friends, cause their words is trife
I hold you down for the rest of your life
Cause Life Goes On

[Chorus - 4X, - w/ variations, until fade]

[After song is over, there is a skit of a man being questioned]
[Man w/ questions:] Look just shut the fuck up, Joe told us what happened

[Twistin:] Told us what, what happened
[Man:] You're trying to act like you don't know what's going on, but I know
you know what happened that night

[T:] I was drinking Cristal on the right hand side (yeah)
Hennessey on the left hand side
Macho gave it to me, I don't remember after that so, aw

[Man:] You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe

[T:] Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Man:] Maybe we should put him in a cell and lock him up, until he fucking talks

[T:] Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean?
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that's not good

[Man:] Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told us

[T:] Fuck it, listen to me, I don't snitch, I'm Twistin alright
I'm fuckin' TS Member, Terror Squad, Loyalty [echo]

 

[fox69]

"Listen Baby"
(feat. Mashonda)

"Listen Baby"
(feat. Mashonda)



[Chorus 2X: Mashonda]
When I'm all alone, cause you're not home
All I want you to do for me is - listen baby
Said you'd hold me down, but you're never around
Can you please just - listen baby

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Swizz Beatz!
Sing to me baby, uhh
Loretta I see you baby, yeah
Uh-huh, DFL
Stew, I see you too nigga
Yeah

[Fat Joe]
Sit back, relax, Joe Crack's back
Joe Crack's that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on
Players keep showin love so players play on
What Crack's preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on
Good heavens, had to wait for track seven
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes
This vibe is perfect, I wonder
Maybe that's why four's the God's perfect number
And you're all my angels
Victoria's Secret insatiable, that's {?}
C'mon, get it together
My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Woo! Uhh
Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby
Don't catch feelings ma
You know what this is
Hahaha, bitch
Yeah, uhh, yo

[Fat Joe]
When you mad she's happy when she's sad she's glad
She ecstatic to see me and she's {?}
Too much of y'all for me to keep happy
Still and all y'all keep callin me daddy
I'm tryin to change it, similar to Alaskan skies
Midnight look like the sunrise
That means I, ain't budgin, I'm still the same
Same kisser, same hugger, same Joe Crack you love him
You do ma, admit it girl you trust him
To be back at that hotel suite crushin
And you just in time
To break me off before my hotel checkout time

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Hahahahaha, woo
We on tour right now
Yeah, talk to me baby, talk to me
Uhh, haha
I mean my D.C. girl, she don't like my V.A. girl
My A-T-L girl don't like my Cali baby

[Fat Joe]
Yo, I know ma, I see your vision
Fuckin with me is like an all-inclusive private island vacation
Woo - room service from the A.M. to the P.M.
All, night crushin this amazin human bein
Got you love struck, topic controversial
Cause when I'm gone you're lost like that Corona commercial
I know time is money still I can't reimburse you girl
For what you wear, that's the day I reverse you girl
You get your nails painted proper
Pull out the black Amex, I'll take you shoppin
But when it's time to go I disappear like Hoffa
I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I'm gone

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
It's like you don't know I got a wife
HAHAHAHA, YEAH!!
And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre
L.V., Swizz! [echoes]