Fat Joe

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"(Ha Ha) Slow Down"
(feat. Young Jeezy)

"(Ha Ha) Slow Down"
(feat. Young Jeezy)


[Fat Joe]
Ay , yo
It took A. Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao
Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now
Now what you boys got a death wish?
I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me where the X is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets I don't buy stocks
Tell a little mothafucka get his shine pa
Good fellas hood fellas livin' on my block
Nigga got a problem, I solve 'em (Solve 'em)
A couple key's yes nigga we'll rob 'em (Rob 'em)
Got tha 9 milli. in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
Leave a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem (Harlem)

[Chorus:]
[Young Jeezy]
I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe we murder clean
Do you know the name of the click that murder teams
What's up?
[Fat Joe]
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em

[Young Jeezy]
Always on that flow shit
Jeezy Montana
Cocaine capital
That would be Atlanta
One triple O where I'm from
That's a homo
Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from
That's a no no
Next up a homicide
Ain't nobody seen shit
Wake up to a homicide,
Ain't nobody dreams to
Welcome to the home of the
Home invasion
DEA like to raid,
You might get your home raided
Went up in it
Like a halfback from the Raiders
Bring a half mac
Anything for that paper
Two door Phantom
Avatar blue though
Parked outta space shit
We call that bitch Pluto
Grown livin' legend
In the hood I'm a hero,
On that minute fourteen
Like a guitar hero
Came a long way
From that toilet bowl white though
But I'ma be all right though

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra
Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene
Parties all around me like its Gotti on the scene
Your money NBA NFL all legal
My niggaz on the block goin' hard pumpin' diesel
However do you want it
Joe stay blunted
I gets off but the hoe stay on it
This is my 'castle' but it ain't 'white' though
Ice so bright shit shine like a light show
This my life yo go get yours bitch
Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit
Cocaine cowboys that's my thing
Do it for my niggaz locked down in the bing in the state
In the Fed pen my name rings
I don't need your respect the streets crowned me king

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"300 Brolic"

"300 Brolic"


[From The 300 Movie]
This is where we fight
This is where they die
On the shields boys

[Fat Joe talking]
Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga.
Who wanna fight? (Who who who who) Who wanna fuck around with the don right now, nigga?
(Who who who who who) BX TS nigga squadians Arm up!

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Who you think you kidding you
I will just get rid of you
Leave you in that critical it's
Joey crack the don
You don't even know me
Got hundred homies and bodes
With chromies that run up on me
Blow your brains on your moms
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

Crack man, crack man
Playin with the gat then
Hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like a song
Taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm
See the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm
That's right, i fight, i done been in brawls
I done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers
I done be on boats in Columbia sipping raw and
I done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all
Poor righteous teacher I'm featured on final call
Hustle I'm a Laker man yes yes y'all
And Pun already told you that we ready for war
Quit playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall
Shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

 

[fox69]

"9th Wonder"

"9th Wonder"


[Intro]
Darkside! You know it mean more to me when a nigga really live them lyrics you know!
Yeah! I mean like when I listen to a nigga I be like yeah I remember
Uh Heh! I don't really remember them niggas, puttin it down like that

[Verse 1]
Wonder why the flow retarded, 'cause the shit we are
The authentic more realer than you fake niggas pretendin
Uh! Late night long drives our main agenda
Get money fuck every bitch before we end up
Dead in the pine box make sure it's a hundred thousand
I grew up in public housin boilin crack in water fountains
Young and on the park bench fantasizin
Same spot he got shot and they cant revive him
Darkside is a tail of addictions
Turn your moms into a fiend 'cause you addicted to pitchin
Uh! You gotta get the cuban three kilos!!!
Giovanci the heat's on me
Got knocked turned quiet bet ya sing off key
Nah man I stay Cool like D.R.E.
Living rooms with swimming pools filled with P.Y.T.'S
Fresh pair of J's and some P.R.P'S you know!

[Interlude]
Yeah Uh!

[Verse 2]
Just me and my bitch, in the two seater
Mink floor in the wind, that'll move Peta
Get me a pot and a stove and I could move pieces
Thirty six of them o's I bought a Mona Lisa
Got more white chicks than a sorority house
While Fox News quick to point minorities out
I gotta admit he kinda tip, bad don't mean he gonna
Pointed her out the crowd and her son's a punta cana
Put her in some pumps and designer Chanels
She got her pussy wet enough to douse the fires and hail
Got the iron on my seat and I pull up blastin
9th Wonder on the beat and it's a fuckin classic!

[Outro]
Uh! Yeah! I wanna shoutout my brother Brent T.A.T.
Bio, Nice and B.G. Shoutout to Shane 125th!
Uh! Coke too I see you, forever king!

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Sayin' Nothin'"
(feat. Dre, Plies)

"Ain't Sayin' Nothin'"
(feat. Dre, Plies)



Kool and Dre
(This)
Black game
(Is)
Terror squad
(I, I, I, I, I)
The remix

Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(This is)
Weezy f. baby
Aka it's the remix baby

Now let me get into it
And do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
God man

I'll be dumpin' and I eat beef but the cow eat nuthin'
You probably say I didn't when I did
Or I wasn't when I was and I'm not when I'm is

You and yo homies wack
You probably had too much of that corny yak
So watch where ya goin' and know where you at
'Cause me and my goons don't know you like that

Never been a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)

I gotta pocket full of Benjamins and I'm so cold
My neck froze like a penguin, somewhere in England
Waitin' for my little duffel bag girl to land
With duffel bag in hand, it's Louis Vuitton and
She flyer than a eagle, hood like a regal
She make my deposit, my closet is fresh segal

I rain terror, yes I rain terror
Put my name on ya mind my style is new era
I been down in Miami, sippin' ballets with Khaled
I gotta secret to tell that boy ain't from Cali

He from Mars, flow sicker than sars
Tore into his cars, my dunk sittin' bigger than yours
I got, big gunz, real big gunz
Spit like a Dominican I call dat shhh big pun
And any nigga that's a enemy to crack is a enemy to me
Terror squad and the bu ain't sayin' nuthin'

I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)

I be on that bs but you can call it ts
'Cause we be iced the fuck out, when you see us
(Yeah)
We on that bs but you can call it ts
(This is the g-mix)

'Cause we be iced the fuck out, when you see us
(Coca, ouho, crack)
Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Joey
This nigga got after his chain but you told me

He was phony but we didn't wanna listen
Knowing all alone that this nigga was a victim
They ain't sayin' nuthin', let me tell you somethin'

Terror squad we be that fuckin' clique that you can trust in
You heard game his enemy's my enemy
Young buck callin' me he wanna be a friend of me

My hearts empty
(Empty)
So don't tempt me
(Tempt me)
That red dot on the glock will blow ya memory
(Whaa)
You got money we got money who cares
Now where you guyz at I been lookin' everywhere
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
Actin' like you tough, when it go down you go to runnin'
Boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't about money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
(Ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)

 

[fox69]

"All I Need"
(feat. Armageddon, Tony Sunshine)

"All I Need"
(feat. Armageddon, Tony Sunshine)



[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha

[Tony Sunshine]
La la la la la
Oooooh

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
I don't care about nothing else my baby (Baby I don't care)
All I care is bout being here for you (Oooh)
And I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare)
Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby)

[Talking: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out with the guys
Every time I speak to you you got something to say
According to you I must be crushing all day
All I'm askin you for is to be more trusting
I'm outta town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you feel alone cuz I'm not at home
That's why every few hours I pick up the phone
To reassure you my love is more than it seems
I adore you my wife my Colombian Queen
I promise to never stray I'm honored everyday
To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Armageddon]
Yea how I'm supposed to start this
First and first you my queen goddess
My moon my earth the wisdom to a nigga's knowledge
I swear to god it amazes me how you stay in college
And still manage to raise my baby boy when I'm gone and
Touring making dollars assuming that you know that I love you but regardless
I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now that's
Something to hold you down till a nigga come back
Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves
More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word
And I don't care about nothing else except my girl (my girl)
Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl)
You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on
And face life even when it seems all hope's gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that

[Chorus]

[Talking: Fat Joe]
Haha
This is going out to you, you and you and you

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies out there if you love your man
You need to hold your man embrace your man
And just grab his hand repeat after me
I promise to stay true and give you all of me
Whether he's locked down or on the grind
Or whether is out of work or at work on time
You need to trust that man and respect that man
And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and

[Tony Sunshine]
Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times who will always...
always be my girl

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Aloha"
(feat. Pleasure P & Rico Love)

"Aloha"
(feat. Pleasure P & Rico Love)



[Intro: Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Crills Mania)
It's Love...
(Yeah)
Turn the lights on!

[Hook: Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly,

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them things away,
You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose!
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not,
Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame,
Seat you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house,
Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Mad-off
Hello!

[Hook: Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly!
(Turn the lights on!)

[Verse 2: Rico Love]
Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips,
Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit,
If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit!
I'm scuba-diving in Jamaica trick,
Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit!
Or you could find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars,
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!

[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to send my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you ain't got nothin' for us,
Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't gotta mortgage,
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on some other shit,
And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch!

[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know that I'm the shit,
They say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, because I'm so fly!

 

[fox69]

"Angels Sings 2"

"Angels Sings 2"



Niggas can't tell me shit about this
Legendary for some time hah
We keep getting it
Tell em niggas we keep getting it hah
We ain't never gonna stop
Nah no
Hah!

Fuck all you critics that doubt me, always talking about me
I got the fuck out New York, took my talents decided
She doesn't make me less realer, I'm surrounded by killas
I just tell yap to go yap em and blow some nails in the villa
My brother Percy and Rickers, faith in that life bro
I swear them people dream that life function like label
My baby girl is my heart, see the world through her eyes
So I gotta go get it and surf them turbulent skies
Know the boys is on me, I'm still duckin and weaving
Knowin damn well they comin to a nigga now breathe in
Let's play this game called the facts, strictly the facts
If you sayin the truth then that is a fact

I smack the shit out yo favorite rapper – that is a fact
You wanna blow I can make it happen – that is a fact
All my niggas is getting money longerine max
Ya heard that yellow tape ain't sap, you knew it was crack

Did it a long time and I made it a known fact
Niggas is gone sitting on thrones, we're the only stat
Uh so many kings, you're more like Lord district
Got 4 chains on, does that make me different?

And the angels sing
You hear them bitches singin?

I need to pick a place in the back now
I'm in the kitchen, crack heads in the background
I love strippers so I'm a change the weather
Chinchilla dogs, too cold fuck the leather
Pimp fat with the feather, now I'm golden
So is the Rollie, gold Magnums only
Paul Bera, knee deep in the pussy
Hangover, must be the roofy
Kilo of gold from King Tut's tomb
Been the don since I came out the room
Circled the block, look at the roof before I get topped
You know what I'm about
Let's get it

Flat top to London, not talkin bout tires
Yes pretty girl, you just been hired
No longer public housing
Ceilings to the sky now that's 3 thousand

And the angels sing
You hear them bitches singin?
Get em, girls
And the angels sing
You hear them bitches singin?

Darkside!

 

[fox69]

"Another Day"
(feat. French Montana, Rick Ross, Tiara Thomas)

"Another Day"
(feat. French Montana, Rick Ross, Tiara Thomas)



[Intro: French Montana]
Crack, sometimes you have to take it a day at a time
You know when you hear that HAAAN! {"StreetRunner"}

[Chorus: Tiara Thomas]
Just another day, livin' in the hood
Just another day around the, way
Livin' good today
I hear the [gunshot] but I'm here to stay

[Interlude: French Montana]
HAAAN! Just another day, livin' in the hood
Just another day in the hood
Didn't have to use the K today, ahh
Made it through another day, ahh - HAAAN!

[Fat Joe:]
In my hood everyday niggas get locked down
Best friends hit on your girl and get 'em knocked down
Teachers tell you quick "You niggas'll never be shit"
Dropped so much coke in the water could've make the sea sick
All I hear is sirens and sounds of guns blastin'
A little girl went missin' but ain't nobody askin'
My nigga Lil Troy hit the bank said he need cash
Seen him on the news I guess he forgot the ski mask
Strippers and celebrities, Instagram's a lick
Niggas rantin' 'bout gay, cause ignorance is bliss
Shorty changin' food stamps just to get high
Listenin' to Stevie, (Ribbon in the Sky)
Homie reminiscin', I'm keepin' him in my prayers
Cause Joe Crack cares, even if no one else cares
See me on the screen but I'm still the same G
They thought I'd never see outside of 5V

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude]

[Rick Ross:]
Uhh, welcome home my nigga Joe Crack {"M-M-M"}
Bust a bottle of that black shit, let's go

New seven series charcoal gray Bimmer
Joe Crack, dope boy, nigga Don Cartegena
All the sixes we collect (HUH!) bitches we could sex (HUH!)
Phone still tapped so it's best to send a text (haha)
Go and do a bid, back home just like a king
Bucket full of crab, money bags that we seen
From Rikers to Fisher Isle, digits to digits pilin'
New Wraith with soft plates, long as the bitches smilin'
Ciroc boy, AP on the rocks (rocks)
New Sunseeker, four mil' on a yacht (WOO!)
I came from the mud, Def Jam the new plug (what)
Five gold joints and still gets no love
I walk the same block, rode the same trains
We fucked the same bitches, whipped the same cane
Boss!

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude]

 

[fox69]

"Another Round"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Another Round"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Chris Brown - Hook:]
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Don’t you be holding back
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Don’t you be holding back
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want, all I want is you
Shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
I’m talking Janet, maybe Kim K, I heard Rihanna she like Kim K.
Come on

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
Quit playing girl you know that you want it
I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you bad
Something like dirty diana, body dope as heron
And the sex is off the handle
Your ex couldn’t beat it, I hit it like a free throw
And since I lost some weight you say I got a big ego
It’s too strong, you said the drive stick
But baby just peel off
Loving how it lasts long, Leave the sheets gushy
Fuck you with the mask on, halloween pussy
Your body shivers and trembles with each and every stroke
Pussy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat

[Chris Brown - Hook]

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe (Chris Brown)]
Never hesitate, purchasing in every state
Transported in foreign cars to large estates
(So believe me, you know you wanna come home girl)
(As long as we can kick it with your home girl)
Had two on one fast break that’s a slam dunk
I know you want it, I can take you where ya man won’t
Champs-Élysées, think Rolls Royce
Yellow Nuvo and Pink boyshorts

[Chris Brown - Hook]

[Chris Brown - Bridge]
Girl you got tha bomb thing know I can’t resist
I’mma light some candles girl and then tie up your wrists
Then I’m licking chocolate right up off your stomach
Baby you ain’t had no freaky shit like this
And I start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)
I'll make you mine
And now you’re telling all your girls I done tore it up
So don’t be mad that they all want me, there’s room for all of us

[Chris Brown - Hook]