Fat Joe

[fox69]

"Livin' Fat"

"Livin' Fat"


Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes
After every single show, you know (know)
One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front
Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves, cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all

I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Hey yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Yo I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]

Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile
Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild
Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggaz in New York
Sometimes I be chillin with Son
Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that
Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too
I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew
Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack
So now you know the flav, and you know the time
Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme"
So I don't front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all

I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat [2X]
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!

Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out

 

[fox69]

"Love Me Long Time"
(feat. Future)

"Love Me Long Time"
(feat. Future)



[Hook:]
Without money and the fame and the women
Without luxury cars and the all the spending
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time
Love me long time
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time

Papi love you long time, girl
Smoking on Jamaican, that's that uptown girl
Gave you keys to that drop, hunned g's it's a shot
Pearl harbor, to the harbor, diving off of them yachts
Body look like a stallion, girl
Hit the gym and coast fiending
Used to go with just window shop
Couldn't even go send it
Got too used to that winning
I got used to them used
Now you beef, stay at least
Never dreamed to this ending

[Hook:]
Without money and the fame and the women
Without luxury cars and the all the spending
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time
Love me long time
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time

You said you love me long time girl
But now you say I call you at the wrong time, girl
Oh you acting different, what you out here slippin
Run the streets with these enemies and make me no difference
Show me that catalogue, to hermans I cope that
They said it only come in hard top, I drop that
Mama said you don't love me, shit about to get ugly
Would you love me and fuck me, if I wasn't getting this money
If I ain't have that... if I carried ear rings
Girl would you love me for me?
When that money get low you started trippin
Now you walking out the door and you flippin
Even my mama said you was a don't love me
From the beginning, cause I wasn't winning
I didn't listen

Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time
Love me long time
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time
Love me all the time,
Love me all the time, if you love me

[Hook:]
Without money and the fame and the women
Without luxury cars and the all the spending
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time
Love me long time
Can you love me for me?
Can you love me for me?
Love me long time.

 

[fox69]

"Loyalty"
(feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy Martin)

"Loyalty"
(feat. Armageddon, Prospect & Remy Martin)



[Intro - Fat Joe talking]
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)

[Fat Joe]
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
Blane nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

[Armageddon]
Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef

[Prospect]
My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

[Remy Martin]
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Straight out the projects
A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar

[Outro - Fat Joe talking]
Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
Make your move baby, c'mon
Step up baby
They're all gonna laugh at ya
[laughing], woo, BX

 

[fox69]

"Madison Squares"

"Madison Squares"


[Verse 1:]
Another day I wake and thank God that I made it
Egg white omelet, slice of turkey bacon
Got that ass to push up, pull them panties to the side
Boy she love to hook up, couple bitches on the side
Then we jump in this ya'll want medusa faces on towels
I've been balling like D. Wade, think ya'll deep with flowers
I inspire the bosses, ballers, the streets they need don
I arrive from bustin macks, movin packs of heroin

[Hook:]
Call it Madison Squares, moving yay in the hood
Now we in Madison Square, fresh Js on the wood, you know?
Yea
We call it Madison Square

[Verse 2:]
Men, oh that seat ours
Brain shockers, we read ya'll
Chopped 100 racks on Danny Garcia
Stinkin lean goes in souring
Man he got no imported
And the ones that afford it be the ones that have snorted
I'm missin James Gandolfini, we eats to get it with lobster
Conversating bout life and he was sick of this mobster
And the villa is packed, pussy poppin in spandex
But that ass is a killer, I'm talkin Erin Hernandez
I think about Boston George when I look at my daughter
Now we throwin tea parties, I'm dippin coke in the water

[Hook:]
Call it Madison Squares, moving yay in the hood
Now I'm in Madison Square, fresh Js on the wood, you know?
Yea
We call it Madison Square

Those who afford it be the ones that a snort it
Madison Square! Woo!

Shout out my nigga Big Mike, shout out Iller
Cool and J on this one nigga
Madison Squares!

 

[fox69]

"Make It Rain"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)

"Make It Rain"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)



[Fat Joe:]
Owwwwwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

[Chorus:]
Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror
Got a handful of stacks
better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes

[Fat Joe:]
Cr-Cr-Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack
you hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cause he ain't have that metal
I'm a Hustler's Hustler, A Pusher's Pusher
you a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka
Yeah, Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you're gonna need you a pass that's the code that we live by.

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
OWWWW, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass,
Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for?
Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listening (listening), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean, This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now, yup, yup we get it, no if's, and's about it
And the rain keep falling even when it's draughted

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
Owwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all
She gets it popping with no hands, I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is, yo, it's them powder kids
And we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Rain (Remix)"
(feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Lil Wayne, Birdman, Rick Ross, Ace Mac & DJ Khaled)

"Make It Rain (Remix)"
(feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Lil Wayne, Birdman, Rick Ross, Ace Mac & DJ Khaled)



Whoo!
Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...

[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes (Listennn)

[R Kelly:]
I'd be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When i make it rain
they'd be like, "Yo, do it again!"
from the club to the coupe inside my gates
up in my bedroom screaming each others name
They was perty perty (perty)
and I was flirty flirty (flirty)
Lil' Dro, Lil' Bub now they gettin durty durty (durty)
don't ask me what my name is
stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon make me aim this
Leave yo ass brainless
I'm tryna stay R&B
but these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see order 1 bottle
then I fuck with 1 model
then I order more bottles
now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play man
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask ur girlfriend my name
I bet she go "Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, weatherman bout to make it rain

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat Blat Blat Blat Hey Joey lemme get em
Its young money and we on like the television
The weather channel but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash
and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame
I make it rain on ya
he never make it rain
like Southern California
wheres ur umberella
now getcha raincoat
baby I make it flood now u gon need a boat

[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White Rolls for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

[T.I.:]
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'
40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein out with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom
in the drop of January but it feel like June
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be categoring me nigga
Like you can get a better salary than me ah
El Capitan, King, Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gotta teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9 to 4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clip to protect it for me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock on the bezzle of the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my B
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain,

[Rick Ross:]
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
pullin up spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]
Joe Crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Twerk that, drop it baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its coca bitch
It's not a game, them Vatos Locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin lot pimpin'
Bitch!

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

 

[fox69]

"MGM Grand"

"MGM Grand"


[Verse 1:]
I'm the realest nigga in here, y'already know it
A lot of you is fuck boys, y'already showed it
Used a straw to sip the Moet, diamonds on the Cuban
Where the fuck have you been? I'm producer Rick Ruben
Some of you call it Britney, rest in peace Whitney
But when you live your dreams nightmares could turn in tricky
Chase into yo hard stuff and niggas don't make 18
I was pitching hard rocks while you was watching 18
Rocky Balboa, hard white ain't a mystery
And I'm rockin more gold chains than Mr. T
I love strippers like 2 Chainz
And that music lean, bumpin 'New Slaves' uh

[Hook: x2]
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread, that's a cake fight
Lil bruh I'm a put yo bra in the fat pussy
Love to take you on, bring it back to me

[Bridge:]
Oh my Mexicana lady
Tuta fuelte, mi seniorita
Yes lawd
My Columbiana lady
Cocaina, mi catalina
That raw

[Verse 2:]
Platinum crucifixes, diamonds in the crown of dons
And you popped about the hood, survive the phantom doors
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Pitchin Justin Timberlake, no suit and ties
A pair Timberlands and a hoodie on
They wanna strap me to the same bed they put tooky on
Fuck em though, I'm screamin TS is aboard the flight
6 people on a 12 seater for the night
Now that's 6 niggas with straps, 6 figure to match
On my way to Vegas with yo bitch rollin the craps
Put it all on crack and watch the money show
A pair of Christians have yo bitches catch the Holy Ghost uh

[Hook: x2]
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread, that's a cake fight
Lil bruh I'm a put yo bra in the fat pussy
Love to take you on, bring it back to me

[Bridge:]
Oh my Mexicana lady
Tuta fuelte, mi seniorita
Yes lawd

 

[fox69]

"Misery Needs Company"
(feat. Noreaga)

"Misery Needs Company"
(feat. Noreaga)



[Intro: police sirens]

[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in
On the way to home BASE,
first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame (blame)
we only pawns in this game (game)
Decision: grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us

[Fat Joe]
I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed like a million years, yea
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the mack without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly
Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too
mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance,
and gotta yell "What, What!"
Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
I told niggas, that you did it for show,
but niggas thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking it

[Chorus]

(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
polic-iano's, pabolos
amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)

 

[fox69]

"Murder Rap"
(feat. Armageddon)

"Murder Rap"
(feat. Armageddon)



[Fat Joe]
Uh-oh, uh-oh..
Let's get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, UH!
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha!
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah.. yo.. yo..

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?

[Hook - Fat Joe]
Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back!

[Fat Joe]
I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it

[Hook - Fat Joe]

[Hook 2 - Armageddon]
Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

[Armageddon]
That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies...
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box
Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up
Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks
I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

[Hook]
[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Music"
(feat. Cherlise)

"Music"
(feat. Cherlise)



[Fat Joe]
Coca!
Krillz-mania
BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss
CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy
And you can ice grill when I drive by
See if I be givin a fuck
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball
So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers
before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas
Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it
Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music

[Chorus: Cherlise]
You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect
Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh
And when I look back on my life it's all worth it
Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo
They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door
I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store
Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day another nigga get killed
They say what's Cool without Dre?
I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose?
Hell 'Ve was a great DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd probably never be President of that company
Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit
Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?
I made the nigga rich cocksuckers!

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it
Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers
And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit
Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an equestrian park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Luther Vandross
Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge
I used to look at them like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?
Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi?
It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me
In fact man I'm just like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the love
Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother
and your girl... can't even be with my family man
You know what? Be careful what you wish for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER
9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in Budapest somewhere
I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!