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Текст песни:

[Chorus: singer repeats 2X]
I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby

[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Yeah, uhh, it′s Cook
The voice is so floetry, it′s so magnetic
Hahahaha, ao wwwwwww, Al. B Sure attracts the ladies
Seriously, uh, yo - ao wwwwww

[Fat Joe]
I don′t usually do this, but I
had to push upon you, excuse if I stutter
D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better
I′m pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather
Got a girl, you got a man, this′ll be our secret
He plays for the Heat, well that′s so convenient
I′m at the games all the time
While your man runs games, it′s a shame how he lies
I can lend a little more than a earful
I know ma, you′re more than a Dior and a hairdo
Yes, furthermore let me prepare you
Now get it on the floor ma, don′t mean to scare you
But I′ma, punish that, then run it back
′Til the sun come up, you screamin let us Crack
Now how you do that, that thing when you do that
Ma if I could sing, I would whisper to you that

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
Oh yeah? C′mere pretty girl let me talk to you
Oh what? You just got off the phone with who?
With Crack? C′mete pretty girl let me talk to you real fast
Daaaamn!

[uncredited rapper]
Damnit baby, let me talk to ya
Fly, put your cell back in your purse, let me tell you why
A nigga like me gotta be in your life
Damn this evening is nice, let me share some advice wit′chall
Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm
You′re lookin like you need a reason to smile
You′re lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right
Has anyone ever told you you look like Karen White
Sprinkled with some Beyonce, a little bit of Janet Jackson
way before them actions, girl quit actin, like you ain′t feelin me
When you feelin me damn baby please get up off your kneeeeeeeez-ah
Wooooo! Yeah

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[rapper over singer]
Say what? Uh-huh, c′mon, yeah, let′s, now let′s go

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh - ao wwwwww
Yeah, yo, uhh
What′chu know about your main man Flow Joe
Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo
And the way I move is oh-so-fly
Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst
Ha ha, watch yourself
Yeah I know them doors swing open awkward
Man I don′t know why they made ′em like that but
Sip some Petron, slip off your clothes
Girl let′s get it on, ma turn off your phone
Cause we don′t need no interruptions
Hop on your good foot, let′s get into somethin
Ao wwwwwww - and don′t it feel so right
Got a T you can wear for the rest of the night

[singer]
And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy

[Fat Joe over singer]
Yup! Yup! Yup! Uh-huh, haha
Got me feelin like Teddy, now let′s go

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

(Shots being fired)

Yeah, that′ll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me

[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he′s the fakest that you′ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I′m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I′m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It′s gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he′s still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don′t make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they′re not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They′re the boys in blue, and I′m just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

[Chorus]

Now let′s take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn′t even do shit
That′s a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game′s on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You′ve seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don′t believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen ′em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That′s right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain′t right

[Chorus]

I know what y′all thinkin man
Y′all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin′ Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can′t get touched man
I′m gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain′t gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain′t talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That′s it man
This is crack bitch

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap
We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just clap and revolve
You don′t wanna start no drama
You, You, You don′t wanna stop no drama

Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it
Ten million written all over that

We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve
You don′t wanna start no drama
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve

[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K′s check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personal
This Coca baby
I′m an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin′
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You′s a clapper, you′s a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don′t nobody want it with the Big homey

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Layed his ass flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines
Yeah, I smell pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That′s how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it
I′m a rider, I′m a sider - I′n a money maker
I decided you′s a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets
Middle the PJ′s make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
I got a thing for my little buddy
That black Mac do his thing
Leave a Nigga ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em
We′ll open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I′m a rat killer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don′t rap infact I′m just that Nigga
Yeah it′s crack Nigga
A lot of bitches like to talk
Make em bite they tongue
Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one
I′m in the streets muh′fucker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber
I′ll leave you comatose
We don′t dance in your face, you muh′fuckers choke

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Fat Joe]
Ao wwwwwwwwww! Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you!
Hahahaha

[Chorus]
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Pull out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell ′em please valet my ride
And just - rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock - who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make ′em dance on a hook, no wwww

[Fat Joe]
Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo′
Better have my money cause I knock on do′s
Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo′ - Crack, yes!
You gon′ need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wessun
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist′ the target
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What′chu gon′ do when them dudes run up on you and
rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon′ park, the black Denali, watch his body
just DROP - yeah I′m street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain′t G′s like that
Cause when it′s time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he don′t, so the closest thing you got is me
Ain′t no damn near a rapper this loc′ as me
Cook Coke on top is how it′s ′sposed to be, nigga!
Yeah the Bronx is back
It′s my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track
(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin niggaz unconcious
Been sendin niggaz to trauma; I bet now you wish
the only beef that you had is wit′cha baby′s momma
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag
Cause I′ma headbussa, you don′t want me to do dat
Yeah I need a new muh′fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack"
Said it, yeah it′s all out war
So do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yes, please believe she gorgeous
And she ain′t gon′ leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T′ll leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, we′re bosses
Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine milli′ on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip
Shit, I′m in Dade County, smokin phillies, bumpin Trick nigga
New York y′all know what it is!
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen ′til they vision turn bitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch
(That′s right) By now you can see that I′m global
Slappin MC′s for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin shots at me
Find yourself hangin from your feet off the balcony

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
I don′t give a fuck, fuck you
Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry
Fuck anybody who don′t fuck with me, CRACK
Hahaha, this is the Pendemic

[Verse]
We getting poppin′, them hammers go
The spanish bro, (Crucial Conflict), I′m (Do or Die) with the flow
Joe Peschi in Casino, ya know
Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
Yeah, I′m being honest your honor, I killed a man
But he was a fucking problem your honor
They say Joey′s a killer, everytime body shit
Every verse iller, ain′t nobody hot as this
You know me, I′m a one man army
Even though millions′ll follow just like Ghandi
I′m Malcolm, shit I bring it out ′em
Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him
Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea
Or spit conscience shit just to win a Grammy?
Nah, they gonna listen to me
All of Big Pun is flowing through me
Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rolling with me
I′m way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity
I′m a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I′m saying
But you′d be surprised where my music is playing
That′s what they want to hear
Joey from the Bronx, I′m a pistoleer
I keep gunning for ′em, they keep running from me
I′m about my money give a fuck, I′m living comfortably
Yeah, I′m right here, middle of the ghetto
Sweatpants saggin cause I′m packing heavy metal
Yeah I made the switch from clear tops to yellow
Mami yelling out the Window *spanish dialogue*
I hate the nigga, he makes me sick man, look at him
Soon as I get enough I′ma cuff ′em and throw the book at him
He ain′t get all this shit from that fucking rap money
And everytime we stop him, he thinks something′s funny
Shit, heard he sells cracks on the block caught a body
Listen to his raps, he calls himself John Gotti
Officer, officer, please don′t be bias
Don′t you know all of us rappers are great liars?
We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Sensationalize bring packs ′cross state
And y′all niggaz lying cause young nigga dying
Over in Iraq, yeah families are crying
Controversy like oil for food
Worldwide Pendemic now we got the bird flu
Africa′s in crisis, please give aid
Must we do everything like organize for our age
Katrina, Katrina, oh Ms. Katrina
I′m looking for some benefits, tell me have you seen her

[Fat Joe]
Yeah...this is the Pendemic
We outta here...(crack)...see you next time if there is a next time
"Thanks to Joey Crack the Gangsta rapper
Do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra"...CRACK
Bye [echoes]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[Sample is courtesy of "Bring The Noise" By Public Enemy]

[Intro]
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!
"Once again back is the incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 1]
Stop the presses I′m back! Cook Coke that is
Crack, ain′t been gone before a week
And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain′t no space
Pile high to the top of the Empire State
CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it
Ain′t been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
Coke spit, the fo′ fifth chrome spit
Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
Truly just check the suicide doors
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
Lookin back I did the shit to death
I guess I ain′t killin it this rhyme I′m here to raise the dead
I′m here to raise the stakes this time it′s ten mill
Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
And I′m - Joe Crack BX finest
Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 2]
Dope man dope man, I got that coke man
Brother Joe man the king of the streets
TS we incredibly credible like Stun said
It was inevitable the metal was ′gon bump heads
And you know that K go chop chop chop
In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop
I′m from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate
That′s when it became apparent to me
That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
I plead innocent your honor
I′m just a product of the streets, product of some beef
Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
Problem is when I win, my team eats
But wait, just think the opposite of that
You′ll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[Verse 3]
Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back
Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain′t got that
Where the cops at? prayin that they comin
Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach
On my waist you know I got keep that oven
For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat′s running on high
Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie

[Chorus]
I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
The bitches they all gasp saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"
I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying!
"Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!)
"The incredible - the incredible"

[*Just Blaze scratches throughout*]

[Outro]
Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga!
Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid!

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

This is, this is, this is

[chorus]
I know you came to party
So get up on your feet
Yeah baby, just truk that body
And sing along with me, c′mon
I know you been searching for someone
Who would stand beside you and gives you so much more

Cost you when my lid just twist to one side
We don′t bitch, we don′t snitch, we stick and just ride
And I never gave a f*ck about po po
N*ggas so gangsta, make songs about my 44
My, my, my 44, my 44
Gets worse, give a sh*t when I visit the church
I′m down with T.D. Jakes, Kirk Franklin
Better have my offerin′ plate filled with Franklins blastin′ me
I have n*ggas that′ll blast for me wost touch askin me CRACK
Show me where the safe at
I lay em down with the mac, leave em face flat, listen
You don′t wanna start no drama
We don′t scrap when there′s problems
We just clap revolvers men
Get it coke, let it go heavy
Mo sippin′, mo didn′t know better, know now

[chorus]
I know you came to party
So get up on your feet
Yeah baby, just truk that body
And sing along with me, come on
I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

Up n pass in the Hilton suite
Crossin′ path this chick take me
I probably win her
Oscar didnt know hit ten feet
You need a ladder just to sit on me
In the ring, screamin′, "Viva Tito"
With Don King at Madison Square Arena, pee awa
Pull Mami to the side, she feelin′, yellin′ "Me gusta la gasolina"
Now how many bricks does it take
To moll a lot 36 groom estates follow me
I′m from Philly, where they eat cheese steaks in a red belly, call a bitch V8
Is Joe′s crib for reals and they even warn the kids in school
That coke kills crack, I′m back
Now thats the sourcers you should know how shit gon go now follow me

[chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

Hold up, wait a minute, crystal aint bubblin the cook aint in it yea ye yeah crack
And we dont see no body makin hands stand up like growin up Gotti
Hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga
Use fist full to come out your mouth
The way i stack white these dayz
Lookin like the chick that go with flava flav and im so so real
Niggas wanna kill the Don front of my house
Probably with my son in my arms but i
Drop em like its hot
Pass my glock
My lil shorty a chip off the old block
Go against coke let em miss you
I give you ten ways to kill of the whole block

[chorus]

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more

I know you came to party so get up on your feet
Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on

I know you been searching for someone who
Satisfies you and gives you so much more]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

(Beat Novacane!)

[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]
Lord forgive me temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die - don′t look in my eye
Take this wit′cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

[Fat Joe]
Yup! Death ain′t sweet man
But it′s a fact that one day ya breath gon′ cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that′s a problem
I′m a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I′ll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet
Yeah, this nigga don′t care
Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair
I′m the Exorcist, niggaz don′t know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus
You don′t want no problems, problems
Fuckin with these frauders {?}
I had the ambulance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh′fucker

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Let me tell you ′bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that′s the county I own
Well at least that′s the one I′m claimin
You know a muh′fucker that′s realer then name him
Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon′ stop
I′m not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off
Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he′d slow down
Niggaz won′t be thinkin, that′s it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don′t confuse me wit′cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans′ll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it′s just...

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo - wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It′s my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog
You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
I′m at the hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what′s her name?"
Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that nigga Pablo from... Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he′s pussy I bet′cha
Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get′cha

DAMN! Wake up ma
I′m sho′ gon′ miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[INTRO:]
Ma niggas is coke ya.
It′s crackalagy.
1 on 1 nigga.
I breed you niggas.
Ma sons A WWWW

[Verse 1:]
The penalty is death and im inflictin′ the torch and the best of the best couldn′t mess with the
boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe but my man don′t get caught up in these
streets alone they′ll be heavy choppers firin motherfuckers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is
flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds to see me and I was just island hopin some wala
tahele I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mofucker fuckin with crack
catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of
the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican and Harlem now that′s stardom ghetto celeb
I been since I was younger 100 mill strong still dyin of hunger under the chinchilla believe me the
shits realer this piece′ll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror the weak
better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (fuckin crazy niggas) crack nigga

[Chorus: x2]
Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that′s why all these gangsters come to coke we get money money
ya′ll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don′t mention Joe

[Verse 2:]
I keep hearin that′s cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth yea I do
it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don′t give a fuck dumpin at cops these
niggas crazy some more real they′ll get you for everythin even yo poor war grill yes nigga its
survival out here these niggas don′t even respect the bible out here it spirals out here cars and
kings too that′s the only thing this summer gon bring you I seen it all man they love it when I spit
cane walk through the middle and speed with the big chain I got em′ sick main look how the shit
playin piss stain yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor
matter a fact you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don′t want niggas
to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in St.
Raymond′s in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit)

[Chorus x2]

[Outro:]
Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer headsets I love you
niggas.
Crack

Otis Ville you know its real.
Rakas haha.
All my niggas holdin it down.
All my street niggas gangster niggasss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK [echo]
[Music fades out]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

Crack

[Chorus]
For every shell that fell
There′s a story to tell
They say you hustler then you going to hell
Nah, I know God love′s me
Yeah, I know that he fucks with me
Can a gangster go to heaven
Let me in
I call it survival you call it a sin
Damn
I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

[1st Verse]
Yeah I′m right here
Gun in my right palm
Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san
Oh shit this mic on
I′m speaking my thoughts Nigga
You catch a hundred if you speaking in court
I′m feeling like Michael
Just before the verdict
Sweat on my forehead
I′m anxious and nervous
These streets ull eat you if you let em
Cop ull beat you
You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you
I try and listen more and speak less
Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest
You on the corner and I′m flying buy
Some foreign exotic mo′ fucker
You know we flying buy
Oh you got nine lives
I got a pine box
You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped
And I ain′t lying Ac
Yeah I′m lying hard
Run up on anybody that′s supplying my block

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]
I know this Nigga named Shaheim
An old school cat
Did Football numbers
And never once rat
Now he back on the block got em slinging them packs
And his rep′s kind of crazy
Known for slinging them Macks
Got a baby with Sandra
Names him K-Sacks
Cause that′s where he did his first bid way back
Now this Nigga Sha′ got like a memory lapse
Basically you give him work and he ain′t payin′ back
Now with some connects you could away with that
But he must of fucked wit the wrong Columbian cats
Now these niggaz comin′ strapped they want they money back
And you can′t tell the difference cause some of them look black
Now Sha on the block thinkin′ life′s a joke
And his Mama just had a dream that he might get smoked
But he don′t give a fuck he been through the best wars
Knife to knife
The yard to mess halls
And these niggaz here have something else in mine
Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine
Uh huh, you guessed it
Just a matter of time
Another soldier down he got hit with a nine
Dang

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
Nah I ain′t a rapper
Motha fuck rap
They snitched on Kim
How lame is that
This game ain′t shit
But snakes and rats
Fighting each other for loose change and scraps
My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down
No life preservers
They wanna see you drown
Pull the trigger myself
They don′t want know help
Now the only Nigga tell on myself is myself
Money Power Respect
You heard the Lox
Half these niggaz in here deserve to get popped
I think we another fuckin Biggy and Pac
So you Mo′ fuckers could have another million man march

[Chorus]

Now that Bitch Remy Martin
She′s down with us
DJ Khaled
He′s down with us
Street Runner , yeah he′s down with us
Engineer Drop Yeah He′s down with us
Them niggaz Cool and Dre
They down with us
Tony Sunshine
He′s down with us
Macho
You know he′s down with us
Sneaker boy safe
He′s down with us
Pistol P
He′s down with us
Richie Player
Yeah he′s down with us
Alpo - you know he′s down with us
DJ Surge
You know he′s down with us
LV you know he′s down with us
Full Flex and Mickey
They down with us
That boy Troy Carter
He′s down with us
Aimee Morris you know she′s down with us
Rockwild
You know he′s down with us
Them boys Corrupt Money
Yeah they down with us
JB and Young Neach
They down with us
Showbiz born Lord yeh he′s down with us
Diggin in the Crates is down with us
My Nigga Opie is down with us
Raulman is down with us
Percie and TA they down with us
Tego Calderon is down with us
The whole Puerto Rico is down with us
Santo Domingo is down with us
Cuba - you know they down with us
Latino′s worldwide is down with us
Hector Lafarver is down with us
Pitbull
You know he′s down with us
Viva Mexico yeah they down with us
The boogie down Bronx is down with us
Miami Dade county is down with us

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[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

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]

[Chorus: ′Pablo′]
Joe Crack′s that nigga
I′ll crack that nigga, hold THAT lil′ nigga
I′m from the, BX borough, you ain′t gon′ miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you know you′ll get hit with them hollows, sayin

[Fat Joe]
Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is talkin in the hood again, hood again
Yeah niggaz wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time
They say they can′t stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin on the block in the Phantom
And ain′t nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit
and you can get merked today, check me out
There′s some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That′s why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets
Go ′head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I′m gon′ really have to clap these cats
I hear ′em talking that

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Fat Joe]
If I don′t know you boy I′m lettin ′em go
I tried tell you boy I′m lettin ′em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain′t no joke
I tried tell you boy I′m lettin ′em go
If I don′t know you boy I′m lettin ′em go
I tried tell you boy I′m lettin ′em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain′t no joke
I′m tired of talkin boy I′m lettin ′em go

[′Pablo′]
Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin in ′88 and his boys served time
I don′t care ′bout that neither
I don′t give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever
Yeah I said it, when I see him I′ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon′ stop him
I′m in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain′t scared nigga, man I′m dyin to get it poppin

[Chorus] + [Interlude]

[Fat Joe]
Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten ′em up
Think they comin of age ′til you lighten ′em up
Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain′t lyin
Who the fuck you think supplyin the drugs?
I′m your boss that′s boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I′m ′bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we′ll blast ya
You lil′ niggaz ain′t even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after ′caine?
Yeah I′m goin to hell, but I′m sendin you first
Muh′fuckers think they tough ′til them canisters burst
I know you hear my niggaz

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees] + Fat Joe
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it′s a new day y′all)
Now your shadow′s gone away, you took awayyyyy

[Fat Joe speaking over sample - can′t be heard]
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo

No I′m not lettin y′all take me out the game
And no I ain′t lettin y′all niggaz ruin my name - it′s CRACK! {*echoes*}
... That′s right, the welcome mat on the ground ain′t the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Let′s be honest y′all niggaz left me to die on that cold December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
would pull up in the corner and die, not I
... No people, not me
As long as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that ′Beat Novacane′
Make hits for the ladies with my niggaz Cool and Dre, CRACK! {*echoes*}
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the only status cat in the game
Relevant, {?} so much niggaz love to take aim
Cause I′m...

Yeah I′m lonely
It′s hard bein the only real nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era′s the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It′s a new regime it′s a new day cocksuckers
{*sample: "I need your love"*}

I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician
Coulda blazed y′all but gave y′all a slight condition
Never to defy my wishes
I′m the king of NY, all these other niggaz liars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain′t, but ain′t I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers come home clappin for me
Ain′t no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Los Angeles
Yup! You guessed it the President didn′t say shit
′Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood′s so hot
My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Lil′ Troy got shot
over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne

Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon′ get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It′s a new day, new regime, new change
You don′t like it fuck you
But thanks to e′rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton′ Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK! {*echoes*}
SHIT on y′all niggaz

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[1st Verse]
New York
Yeah we G′ed up
Act up
Clap the back of your knees up
Packin′ the Mack in the back of the Beemer
Taxin′ your cash and you asking to ease up
I want to rock now
Comply or get shot down
I know
You goin hire some cops now
Coca
Sun down to sun up
Kily Cartel use to be a runner
D Boy
Stamp bricks with smiley faces
Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres
Let′s get it
Thank god for making crack raw
Now how you want it
The window or the chainsaw
Crack
Yeah I′m nice with the knife game
Ice pick change your life with one strife man
Too much rappin and we don′t rat
We do it for them trap stars serving them packs
And e′er nigga know from way back to Houston
Joes a go when push comes to shootin′
The four four will loose more then just a tooth man
A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went

[Chorus]
I think he said something
Bring ′em back to me
I let the chopper groove
And let the Mack boogie
You better think about it
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull ′em out your ass best run
Crack
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it

[2nd Verse]
This ain′t for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets
This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects
Man catch beef say my nigga I got this
Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit
I ain′t playin′
I got big guns
My niggaz barely speak English
They′ll lift son
The strip is mine
Naw, you ain′t eatin′ here
I run this shit
At least in some recent years
And y′all know who rep the streets most
Terror squad we put the E in East coast
So be easy like T I said
Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet
Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards
Them pistols ull go your brain go′s splatter
A minute ago you said you′d get at us
Now why you have to go talk like that
Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that
I guess he must a thought I′d a fought them cats
The oldest rule in the books
you should have brought them gats

[Chorus]

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

[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

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

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

@ Fat Joe