Fat Joe

[fox69]

"Another Round (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown, Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Kirko Bangz)

"Another Round (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown, Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Kirko Bangz)



[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I won't be holding back, my love
I won't be holding back
I won't be holding back, my love
I won't be holding back
Cause in the end you'll know I want another round
Another round
Oh I know I want another round
Another round

[Chris Brown]
I used to want you and her and her
And you with her and her
And now you got me alone and me tonight
I'mma give you my all
All I want is you

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Hair in a bun cause sometimes your hair just hides your beauty
Swear on my son, ain't too many things could hide your booty
Call me what you like, but bet I slide with cutie
Kenny name wasn't Bud, but he still ride with Rudy
And that's why we comfortable as a Huxtable
You been around since the Lunchables, girl I fucks with you
In the back of the truck with you, same fingers I chuck with two
I'm just playing with you, thinking bout staying with you
Not forever but at least until the A.M. with you
Still playing with it, but you like it raw
Might need a morning after, what we did the night before
Might go another round if you're trying to fight me more

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Cake cake cake cake cake, I know you love it
Icing like Nuvo with a touch of red velvet
Look at you, you a star
I'm a G, Joe the Don
Super thief, I go hard
In these sheets, I'm a God
Lord, Emilio Pucci leggings for good behavior
I wanna tear them shits off you like Hulkamania
Then dive up in the pussy, Superfly Snuka
Have you coming back to back, more sex to cook up
But ask the girl will I hit advance
She post it out picture perfect, Instagram
I hit home runs and drain last shots
She tore her ACL from all the backshots

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
See, she done came down
Double cup with ice
Man, I think she got some drink from me
Ever since I came round
She say she feel wrong
Cause her boyfriend listen to me
I don't give a damn bout it
That nigga, if he trip, I got a whole clique of killers with me
See, I'm the man now
Rolling 24's through the hood, women checking for me
Girl, I ain't playing 'round
Pull up to the crib, hope you wearing something special for me
And I'mma lay it down
Round one, two, and three for you and me

[Hook: Chris Brown and Mary J. Blige]

 

[fox69]

"Another Wild Nigger From The Bronx"
(feat. Gizmo, Keith Keith, King Sun)

"Another Wild Nigger From The Bronx"
(feat. Gizmo, Keith Keith, King Sun)



Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is

T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house

[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!

[Gizmo]
I'm from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up
I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care
Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare
from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown
Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around
Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap
Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax
Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun
Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
(Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Keith Keith]
Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly
People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known
Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that
and flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man
I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka
I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
(King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[King Sun]
Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies
but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills
Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills
Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm loungin with Tone and Corey
on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk
cause I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan
I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy you're sloppy, see Joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun
Rollin over niggaz like a truck
I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblefuck
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol
I get you open on the freestyle tip
Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah
I'm Puerto Rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! [fades]

 

[fox69]

"Around The World"
(feat. Arland)

"Around The World"
(feat. Arland)



[Fat Joe]
Is this what it’s about baby?
(ohh)
Fuck in the champagne lets
Toast to the cocaine
Put me in the g4 plane
Now we in g5 to go with these eyes
Rolling a 1000 niggers deep
You use to love it
Now it’s about just you and me
Bitch you bluffing
I ain't playing
I’m just saying
Let a nigger live
I was fucking them hoes
I put you where I live

(Oooo)
You had the keys to the panorama
Always tryna blame me
You need to blame the mirror
I blame myself for fucking with you girl but
Couldn’t help but love the way the Spanish fit you girl
All that ass, slim waist
Nice walk, cute face, sick taste
Bell Harvard gone miss you boo
And the condo security guards they gonna miss you too

[Arland]
Let’s take a trip, let’s take a trip, let’s take a trip arooooound the world
Oooh [2x]

[Fat Joe]
Got killers on the private
No need for public defenders
When you get the kind of G’s that I get
Watch the sunset from up above
I swear to God I seen a trials fall from up above
Let’s take a trip somewhere special where there’s water
Then we’ll take a dip
You can order you some diamonds with a side of grits
Sip mimosa; get fucked to sounds of Vandross, Luther
You know listening might lose ya
Don’t diss him, he might shoot ya
Paradise is just step away
Look in my eyes I take your breath away

[Arland]
Let’s take a trip, let’s take a trip, let’s take a trip arooooound the world
Ohhhh [2x]

You don’t have to run no further baby
‘Cause I’ma keeps on doing my thing,
Yeaaaa
Ohhhhhhh

Ooooooooo
Lets take a trip, lets take a trip, lets take a trip arooooound the world
Ohhh [2x]

All around the world we go
London & Tokyo
Where ever this long journey takes us we’ll gooo
If you don’t, then I don’t care
‘Cause I’m gone fuck
Every bitch around the world

 

[fox69]

"Bad Bad Man"

"Bad Bad Man"


Yeah.. now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style

Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke, and I'm far from a prankster
I got skills, aiyyo word life
Suckers is scared, because they know I live trife
As I troop down the streets of a ghetto
Skins are jockin, and always screamin hello
But I keep drivin in my jet black Beamer
I'm not a daydreamer, but I'm known as a scheamer
I'm dead-ass, when it comes to this
And if you fuck around, your moms'll reminisce
Thinkin of the good times she spent with her son
Somebody shoulda told you that I wasn't the one
Yes I'm known to get nuff respect
and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death
Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man

Niggaz know the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" [cut and scratched 2X]

Check it
All the old folks, hate my guts
Cause I be hittin all they daughters and they big fat butts
Cause I'm the papichulo when it comes to rap
and if you fuck with me, then you leave handicapped
I don't give a fuck, don't care who you are
I gotta say peace to my peeps GangStarr
Some real motherfuckers from around the hood
When I chills with them, we be up to no good
Hittin skins, makin ends
Loungin with my friends in my fat BM
Whether Uptown in the Boogie Down
Or checkin out stunts in the Polo Ground
See just like Mel, I'm internationally known
And I'm mob related, like Al Capone, check it
Too hot to handle, blow you like a candle
You never catch Joe in the middle of a scandal
Now in ninety-three it's time to take the stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man!

Everybody knows the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" [cut and scratched 2X]

One day I was chillin, caught a buckshot
The nigga was butt, so then he gets no props
Word spread fast around town
I was layin six feet deep underground, check it
Niggaz wished the worst, but spoke too fast
Cause here I am and I'm ready to blast [gunshot]
The cops must have missed, takin me for a bitch
Because they tried to gas me, and make me turn snitch
But I'm not the one for peace
So I turned around and said, "Fuck the police!"
I'm the type to handle this on my own
Pack two joints and pass one to Tone
There's no shame in my game, I do what I gotta do
See I'm rollin with a crazy live crew
Now in ninety-three it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin I'ma bad, bad, man!

Yeah! Niggaz know the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" [cut and scratched]
Nuff respect to my man Jazzy J
Diamond D, Showbiz and A.G., and I'm out
Word

"I'm a bad, bad, man!" [cut and scratched to end]

 

[fox69]

"Ballin'"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & Teyana Taylor)

"Ballin'"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & Teyana Taylor)



[Intro: Fat Joe]
That Hublot, That king size Hublot

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot swish
Ballin’, do it like this, bitch
Ballin’, steppin out of Saks Fifth Ballin’, Everyday is Christmas

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]
Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me
Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,
Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,
If you ain't gettin money you from round me (Ballin’)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better
Got me lookin’ for clear in the Bill Cosby sweater
Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases
I’m talkin’ peoples and places, we make it light
up like Vegas Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit
But her ass is even dumber now thats dumber and dumber
How to take off a summer
Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh
Fuck you niggas talkin’ bout?
At the Rucker I was abot to bring Jordan out
They want to get
Coke wet cause of my fan base
I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]
Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me
Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,
Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,
If you ain't gettin money you from round me (Ballin’)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
O Versace shades and some OG J’s
Keep some OG blaze cause that’s what got me paid
Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange
Lots of DiamondAir when I'm on the plane
Ridin’ through the city me and Joe crack
A pound of what I’m puffin’ cost you four stacks
Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled
What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap?
And my crib I new and I talk shit in my interviews
And my wife called my interludes
I don't break laws I just bend the rules
Got racks might spend a few
Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes
Got my own day you seen it in the news
Presidential smoke presidential Role'
Porsche 911, picture me rollin’
Poppin’ champagne OG kush-a-holic’
Put that in your phone, whether you call it

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Hahahaha, coke up in her bra
Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem
Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em
hampagne dreams and broke pockets
This why we call em niggas false prophets
Ballin’, bitch I'm fuckin ballin’
You can call me Spalding
Or maybe even Rawlings Met her at the
Esseses over there in New Orleans
She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin’
Yeah they keep callin’, I ain't even into them
Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses
Niggas is my sons, I acclaim em on my taxes
Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan
Ballin’, but I ain't passin or dribblin’

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

 

[fox69]

"Bass"
(feat. Nick Shades)

"Bass"
(feat. Nick Shades)



[Verse 1:]
I hate when niggas tell they stories, talkin when they used to have it
Me I gotta it, I got a get money habit
I grew up living savage, ain't no need in going backwards
Unless you talkin Biggie and hypnotize that's a classic
My life story nothing short of monumental
The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem
Some would say a legend, I'm alright with moving kilos
3 on the neck, a couple more for my amigos
Trap jumpin, Michael Jordan, Carolina tall heels
Pumpin Action Bronson shit to have me doing car wheels
Different kind of bounce, lame niggas might not recover
Facing death row, I ain't talkin vibe covers
But since you talkin 90s that was me with the chainsaw
I'll just try and see if the beef will remain raw
I just want the pussy and please don't say more
And quit aksin questions bout what the AK for

I stick it out the window, start blasting it
Bullets flyin, niggas duckin like this classic shit
Speed off right after I hit up yo girls car
Last thing you wanna hear is world star

[Hook: x2]
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom

[Verse 2:]
My nigga crackin leads to see to change the game man
So I'm a drop this gem to let these rappers know it's time to change they game plan
Supply the bass plus I'm the flame man
The catalyst that sparks euphoric visions, making uses think more passionate
Paper advocate, dog ain't it crazy I threw many acts of savage sacrilege
I got this family the gold from all the bad I did
To come up on that thing is sacrilege
That's enormous, say yo boy on terror squad ain't no accident
Cannabis got me chasing after mo bread
Young nigga 20 with the knowledge of an old head
Infrared beams get yo dog fed
Bias lurks for actin up, watch you fade away from that baking up
I crack it up every hour on the dive
With minionses we plot
More methods of collecting til the day I cut the spot
On an island with a model that can't stand to where tights
But I'm a hustle til I drop

[Hook: x2]
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom

 

[fox69]

"Beat Novacane"

"Beat Novacane"


[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off
by the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chillll, that's that '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin
And that's the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers that died
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

 

[fox69]

"Bendicion Mami"

"Bendicion Mami"


Empty Arms and Lonely nights
That's my life without you girl
I'm so lonely I'm so blue
Without you girl my life is through
Maria
This song is dedicated

Maria - Don't you hear me calling
Maria To the most beautiful woman on the planet earth

Maria
That would be my mother Maria Cartegena

[1st Verse]
Ay yo, she's the best sister
One man love her
And if she died her tombstone would read
The world's greatest mother
August nineteenth she birthed me
I came out
Put her through hell but still in all she couldn't help but smile
I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain't got to describe her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper hot
And I remember when you worked at the number spot
Once the cops caught you I skipped school
Yeah I guess the cops was cool
They let me feed you
I cryed for hours till they finally freed you
Drop to my knees and screamed Mama we need you
Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal
Maria

[Chorus]

Yeah Mami, I love you so much
For this pain, this love, you've been through so much,
And I thank you for everything you done for us
You've been a survivor and we love you so much
I had to dedicate this song to you Mami
I had to tell the world how much I love you

[2nd Verse]
Ay yo, yo yo
I never forget the night that changed out life
A neighbor was screaming Maria come out side
Something's wrong with your son I think he's getting high
Then you replied not my son he don't be getting high
Then you bathed him and tucked him to sleep
Yeah I knew from that day life wouldn't be sweet
He got in trouble with the law
Then you bailed him out
I got in trouble with the law then you bailed me out
It was one July the fourth
They tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got signed you was diagnosed with Cancer
Doctor said it'd be a miracle if you survived
Then you looked in my eyes and said
Joey I don't want to die
I pray to god that he show us a sign
Now its fourteen years later and you still alive
Thank you God

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
God I thank you so much
My Mother has so much to see
So much to do
She's had such a painful life
Many nights I argue with you in my prayers but I know you're the boss
You kept her alive for a reason
Mama I'm a ride for you
I swear
Yo, I bet you proud of your son
He's a rap star now
Took you out of them projects and bought you that house
Got you that housekeeper to manicure the grounds
And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound
You take care of Joey and I love you for that
And you raising John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was an Angel
God wanted her back
Damn I really miss my sister
Guess she's better where she's at
Mammy I love you
I want the world to know I love you
And every chance I get I'm a kiss you and hug you
Life wasn't easy everyday is a struggle
But like my niggaz from Chi town say
It's all bubbles

[Chorus]

Hoping my real mo'fuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

It's that shit right here
Took me like ten years to do

You know I cried doing this song
Man, so much pain
Mami you such a good woman
You a classy woman
I know you a private person
You don't want the world to know all your business
But I had to let them know how strong you are
I love you so much

This song is also dedicated to little Maria
One of my best friends on earth
Get your shit together girl I love you too
Juju what's up, you my nephew I love you for life

It's Crack bitch

 

[fox69]

"Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)"
(feat. Big Pun, Cuban Link, Triple Seis)

"Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)"
(feat. Big Pun, Cuban Link, Triple Seis)



[Fat Joe]
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

[Cuban Link]
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange (shit)
witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this (dick) is
thick as a brick, raw with big (balls) that bend it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar cause I'm the bigger bar
that'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up

[Chorus: Big Pun]
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girl missin

[Big Pun]
Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo-wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads

[Chorus]

[Cuban Link]
Yo, my (shit's) official like it in you like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those (ass) cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET
In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill
or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani

[Triple Seis]
Ohh mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, I'ma surprise her
when I rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz

TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!)

[Chorus: Big Pun]

Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!

 

[fox69]

"Blackout"
(feat. Swizz Beatz & Rob Cash of KAR)

"Blackout"
(feat. Swizz Beatz & Rob Cash of KAR)



[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*}