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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
{Na-na-na-na-na}
Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa...} You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I dont care about nothin else, my baby (To all the ladies in our lives, you heard) {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you (Strong independent women, come on, uh) {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me, I swallow my pride Im tired of tellin you I got nothin to hide Im in the studio at night, you think Im out with the guys Every time I speak to you, you got somethin to say Accordin to you I must be crushin all day All Im askin you for is to be more trustin Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothin Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my sons as if they was yours I know at times you feel alone cause Im not home Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone And reassure you my love is more then a scene I adore you my wife, my Colombian queen I promise to never stray, Im honored every day To have a woman like you in the life of Jose, hey I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, how Im supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon, my earth, the wisdom to a n****s knowledge I swear to God, it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and Tourin, makin dollars, assumin that I love you, but regardless I feel its time I showed you, bless you with this ring Now thats somethin to hold you down till a n**** come back Me and my lady got history, shes worth it Deserves more then this cold world is givin me to share with her word And I dont care about nothin 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 hopes gone Labeled my wife, but you truly exceed the title You my future, my happiness, my heart, my idol I promise, girl, that I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {I promise I wont stare} (Ha-ha) Cause all I need is you (This is goin out to you, you, you and you) {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you {Oh...oh...} Yeah, uh 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 hes locked down or on the grind Or whether hes 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 Cause I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always, always be my girl I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Oh...} All I care is bout being here for you And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} Cause all I need is you {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
{Na-na-na-na-na}
Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa...} You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I dont care about nothin else, my baby (To all the ladies in our lives, you heard) {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you (Strong independent women, come on, uh) {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me, I swallow my pride Im tired of tellin you I got nothin to hide Im in the studio at night, you think Im out with the guys Every time I speak to you, you got somethin to say Accordin to you I must be crushin all day All Im askin you for is to be more trustin Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothin Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my sons as if they was yours I know at times you feel alone cause Im not home Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone And reassure you my love is more then a scene I adore you my wife, my Colombian queen I promise to never stray, Im honored every day To have a woman like you in the life of Jose, hey I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, how Im supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon, my earth, the wisdom to a n****s knowledge I swear to God, it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and Tourin, makin dollars, assumin that I love you, but regardless I feel its time I showed you, bless you with this ring Now thats somethin to hold you down till a n**** come back Me and my lady got history, shes worth it Deserves more then this cold world is givin me to share with her word And I dont care about nothin 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 hopes gone Labeled my wife, but you truly exceed the title You my future, my happiness, my heart, my idol I promise, girl, that I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {I promise I wont stare} (Ha-ha) Cause all I need is you (This is goin out to you, you, you and you) {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you {Oh...oh...} Yeah, uh 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 hes locked down or on the grind Or whether hes 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 Cause I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always, always be my girl I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Oh...} All I care is bout being here for you And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} Cause all I need is you {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
{Na-na-na-na-na}
Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa...} You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I dont care about nothin else, my baby (To all the ladies in our lives, you heard) {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you (Strong independent women, come on, uh) {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me, I swallow my pride Im tired of tellin you I got nothin to hide Im in the studio at night, you think Im out with the guys Every time I speak to you, you got somethin to say Accordin to you I must be crushin all day All Im askin you for is to be more trustin Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothin Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my sons as if they was yours I know at times you feel alone cause Im not home Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone And reassure you my love is more then a scene I adore you my wife, my Colombian queen I promise to never stray, Im honored every day To have a woman like you in the life of Jose, hey I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, how Im supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon, my earth, the wisdom to a n****s knowledge I swear to God, it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and Tourin, makin dollars, assumin that I love you, but regardless I feel its time I showed you, bless you with this ring Now thats somethin to hold you down till a n**** come back Me and my lady got history, shes worth it Deserves more then this cold world is givin me to share with her word And I dont care about nothin 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 hopes gone Labeled my wife, but you truly exceed the title You my future, my happiness, my heart, my idol I promise, girl, that I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {I promise I wont stare} (Ha-ha) Cause all I need is you (This is goin out to you, you, you and you) {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you {Oh...oh...} Yeah, uh 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 hes locked down or on the grind Or whether hes 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 Cause I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always, always be my girl I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Oh...} All I care is bout being here for you And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} Cause all I need is you {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you |
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from Fat Joe - All I Need [single] (2003)
{Na-na-na-na-na} Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa...} You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I dont care about nothin else, my baby (To all the ladies in our lives, you heard) {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you (Strong independent women, come on, uh) {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me, I swallow my pride Im tired of tellin you I got nothin to hide Im in the studio at night, you think Im out with the guys Every time I speak to you, you got somethin to say Accordin to you I must be crushin all day All Im askin you for is to be more trustin Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothin Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my sons as if they was yours I know at times you feel alone cause Im not home Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone And reassure you my love is more then a scene I adore you my wife, my Colombian queen I promise to never stray, Im honored every day To have a woman like you in the life of Jose, hey I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, how Im supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon, my earth, the wisdom to a n****s knowledge I swear to God, it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and Tourin, makin dollars, assumin that I love you, but regardless I feel its time I showed you, bless you with this ring Now thats somethin to hold you down till a n**** come back Me and my lady got history, shes worth it Deserves more then this cold world is givin me to share with her word And I dont care about nothin 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 hopes gone Labeled my wife, but you truly exceed the title You my future, my happiness, my heart, my idol I promise, girl, that I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {I promise I wont stare} (Ha-ha) Cause all I need is you (This is goin out to you, you, you and you) {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you {Oh...oh...} Yeah, uh 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 hes locked down or on the grind Or whether hes 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 Cause I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always, always be my girl I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} All I care is bout being here for you {Oh...} And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} I dont care about nothin else, my baby {Oh...} All I care is bout being here for you And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Baby, I dont care} Cause all I need is you {Oh...} Cause all I need is you {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Cause all I need is you |
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from Fat Joe - Jealous Ones Still Envy (2009)
[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - 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, that .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, See 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 made-off Hello! [Chorus - 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, that .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-divin' 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! [Chorus - 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, that .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 spend 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 got a mortgage, Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you? Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like swine flu! Haha, they say Joey on some other shit, And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch! [Chorus - 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, that .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! |
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from Fat Joe - Another Round [single, remix] (2012) | |||||
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from Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape Volume III - 60 Minutes Of Funk - The Final Chapter (2001) | |||||
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from Run-D.M.C - Crown Royal (2001)
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
[Run] Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain In Sao Paolo they follow, doin the same Admiration for Run since |
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from Fat Joe - All Or Nothing (2005)
[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!} |
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from Fat Joe - Me, Myself & I (2006)
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'f**kers 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 |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
Blam!
Bang bang baby! Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now 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 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!) 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!) 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 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 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!) 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 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!) 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!) 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! |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
Blam!
Bang bang baby! Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now 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 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!) 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!) 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 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 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!) 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 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!) 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!) 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! |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Yeah,
It's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what i'm bringin' to you uh, yo nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death Lord I gotta be dying, coz after all this crying, how much more hurtin's left? When will the pain stop? This depression and anxiety is gonna make me show another side of me My niggas ride with me coz I'm the truth There's benefits to rolling with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber but study the facts of Crack, the shit don't add up I'm bringin opportunity to my community Probably the only rapper that cares but still you out to ruin me Who you foolin B? I'm for unity Latins and Blacks, could you fathom the strength we have of the two are attached Born together, roaded in life These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right How could the same nigga be 20 years in office when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment, abortion, little kids having kids the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit? While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young, I can't hide it no more, the time has come (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-own skin Everyday I'm confronted with racism These motherfuckin coppers wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons After all the taxes I pay, you would think when they stop us they would have something nicer to say than "GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR! WHERE THE DRUGS AT? ALL THE JEWELRY YOU'RE WEARING, WHERE THE FUCKIN GUNS AT?" Once they search the car clean and find nothin, the same crooked cops try to act like they know us or something Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands 2 seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband the more I think about it, man it's just disgusting Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth Like we ain't grow up on welfare Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares! We need to educate the youth, tell the seeds the truth Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Ooh, yeah So much pain Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets, oooh Man sometimes in can get so tough Oh yes, yes it can Yes it can, yeah It can get so hard, so hard, so hard |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Yeah,
It's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what i'm bringin' to you uh, yo nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death Lord I gotta be dying, coz after all this crying, how much more hurtin's left? When will the pain stop? This depression and anxiety is gonna make me show another side of me My niggas ride with me coz I'm the truth There's benefits to rolling with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber but study the facts of Crack, the shit don't add up I'm bringin opportunity to my community Probably the only rapper that cares but still you out to ruin me Who you foolin B? I'm for unity Latins and Blacks, could you fathom the strength we have of the two are attached Born together, roaded in life These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right How could the same nigga be 20 years in office when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment, abortion, little kids having kids the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit? While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young, I can't hide it no more, the time has come (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-own skin Everyday I'm confronted with racism These motherfuckin coppers wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons After all the taxes I pay, you would think when they stop us they would have something nicer to say than "GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR! WHERE THE DRUGS AT? ALL THE JEWELRY YOU'RE WEARING, WHERE THE FUCKIN GUNS AT?" Once they search the car clean and find nothin, the same crooked cops try to act like they know us or something Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands 2 seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband the more I think about it, man it's just disgusting Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth Like we ain't grow up on welfare Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares! We need to educate the youth, tell the seeds the truth Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Ooh, yeah So much pain Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets, oooh Man sometimes in can get so tough Oh yes, yes it can Yes it can, yeah It can get so hard, so hard, so hard |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Yeah,
It's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what i'm bringin' to you uh, yo nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death Lord I gotta be dying, coz after all this crying, how much more hurtin's left? When will the pain stop? This depression and anxiety is gonna make me show another side of me My niggas ride with me coz I'm the truth There's benefits to rolling with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber but study the facts of Crack, the shit don't add up I'm bringin opportunity to my community Probably the only rapper that cares but still you out to ruin me Who you foolin B? I'm for unity Latins and Blacks, could you fathom the strength we have of the two are attached Born together, roaded in life These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right How could the same nigga be 20 years in office when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment, abortion, little kids having kids the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit? While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young, I can't hide it no more, the time has come (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-own skin Everyday I'm confronted with racism These motherfuckin coppers wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons After all the taxes I pay, you would think when they stop us they would have something nicer to say than "GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR! WHERE THE DRUGS AT? ALL THE JEWELRY YOU'RE WEARING, WHERE THE FUCKIN GUNS AT?" Once they search the car clean and find nothin, the same crooked cops try to act like they know us or something Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands 2 seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband the more I think about it, man it's just disgusting Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth Like we ain't grow up on welfare Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares! We need to educate the youth, tell the seeds the truth Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof (chorus) I was born in the ghetto, trembling, try'na stay alive Coz when you're born in the ghetto, No-one seems to hear you cry Ooh, yeah So much pain Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets, oooh Man sometimes in can get so tough Oh yes, yes it can Yes it can, yeah It can get so hard, so hard, so hard |
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from Fat Joe - Me, Myself & I (2006)
The Game
Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop CRACK And All my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're man up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop Fat joe Ey yo this murder on the streets killer capital I'm blasting you for the love of this dought that's what I have to do i'm postured up the corner king they name me coka. Got caught didn't say a thing you not supposed ta Goti king my shotty ring Cal it a killer exhibition let the body hang A Real work of art show you're heart I blow you smart yeah its the ghetto god Rap the Bronx feel em god I sit to prison, you know me homie they call me zither leave you holy if you rolling with some bad intensions 50 PUSSY then again you know that we aint never see him in the hood and he own rats Joey don't give a f**k throw my nigga hole at I usually sign in to kitchen where the stove at? got that weed got that coke get them dopes cents My little man bitchin yeah we call him sandy covins The game Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop CRACK And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop Fat joe: Lord of war you need a hammer I'll sell you guns Sell coke to pablo sell grammar to pun stop searching niggas I'm the one pepper spray gangsters show you how to eye in the slum now I can play like kanye and let my chits here show Put on them gumo d glasses but that just ain't Jo Play shottas then I switch up the flow like what the blood glock bomba glock you aint f**kin with Jo Now Mamma Loves me Her friends hate me jealous cause there boyfriends ain't me we getting that baby love Yeah we pain free Ain't Nobody pocket zircon here we paid g's Now listen up you in love with a stripper I f**k her and diss her I give her that mayo You come and you kiss her Nigga crack bin a g ever since Sit back and watch the money get rich MUTHERF**KER The game Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If I can't get no love then I can touch you (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me) [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah (We ridin' on these niggas come on) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad) I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas) (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Fat Joe] You motherfuckers must be crazy I been doin' this shit since the eighties Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby It's the kid still holdin' the crown Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt Come to find out they ain't put in no work An now my feelings is hurt Cause they decided that they wanted to murk But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider You can see the pain in my face Got no problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen And I'll probably do it all in the pen But yo I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride You motherfuckers need to know that [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If I can't get no love then I can touch you (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me) [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah (We ridin' on these niggas come on) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad) I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas) (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Fat Joe] You motherfuckers must be crazy I been doin' this shit since the eighties Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby It's the kid still holdin' the crown Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt Come to find out they ain't put in no work An now my feelings is hurt Cause they decided that they wanted to murk But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider You can see the pain in my face Got no problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen And I'll probably do it all in the pen But yo I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride You motherfuckers need to know that [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If I can't get no love then I can touch you (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me) [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah (We ridin' on these niggas come on) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad) I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas) (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Fat Joe] You motherfuckers must be crazy I been doin' this shit since the eighties Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby It's the kid still holdin' the crown Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt Come to find out they ain't put in no work An now my feelings is hurt Cause they decided that they wanted to murk But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider You can see the pain in my face Got no problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen And I'll probably do it all in the pen But yo I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride You motherfuckers need to know that [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(featuring Youngn' Restless)
Its the illness going on Yo Shatek hit me Y-Young Youngn' Restless Joe Crack Strong Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X Hold UP! [Chorus] Boy, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave Man, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave [Verse 1] Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see another brother succeed So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on both hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dog I came here to prove your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I learned to survive through the hatred and lies That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-X, T.S Ya heard me? Youngn' Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to fear us One false move and get paw-pierced up Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood You wish us to hell 'cause we too real Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for y'all And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the city is mine And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) [Chorus] |
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from Fat Joe - Jealous Ones Still Envy (2009)
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe] He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA Singin in the mirror they think it's ea-sy Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy First class flights, star for a night Be like Russell, have a model for a wife See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop some ice Hey! Even if you're dumb, you'll still be bright Yeah, the red carpet, flashin lights Joan Rivers, shake face lookin extra tight Urbane leisure, lookin next and right And let me guess, man you probably havin sex tonight And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight And when your dress come off he see the cellulite Then off you go, let the trumpets blow Spotlight is off ya it's the end of the show (y'know) [Chorus - sung] Everybody wants to be famous But the famous wants more to be left alone Cause no one really wants to go through these changes Paparazzi snappin pictures at your home Congratulations (woo) baby you're a star (You hear that baby? You're a star, hahaha) Congratulations - the world knows who you are (The world knows you, at least for today) [T.A.] Yo, yo I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my city A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me, yeah Best rap album what I'm shootin for every year Pick a place player my name is heavy there It's groupies everywhere and they all want me Even the young ones so I need ID Still ride hat low two-deep in a two-seat When I flow through don't ever try to confuse me I ain't tryin to be rude so excuse me Watch me two step in my brand new Louis' Bounce, bounce bounce on the track Every girl wanna know when T.A. comin back I'm famous, I made it, successful Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best food If you work hard enough your dreams'll come true A star could be me or a star could be you [Chorus] [Rico Love] Yeah Yo, too easy y'all, hahaha Yo, hahaha As we said I ain't a boss to not be lyin Now why you bitches labels got me drivin{?} Nigga I'm in orbit, ball a whole bunch You call that mortgage, I call that lunch And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might hunch And I ain't even gotta spike her punch Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend Pen the big hits, I don't even use a pen Hehe, I'm like Luther and them I cheese hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin ... but I got bulletproof cheeks Bust off on her like she got bulletproof sheets Ask B, rope for us Peep the fee, boats are plush And maybe I spoke too much But if you want to win you gotta go through us [Chorus] |
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from Fat Joe - Crush Tonight [single] (2002)
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen' Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again [Repeat 1] Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin' Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to crack a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're w |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen' Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again [Repeat 1] Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin' Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to crack a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're w |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen' Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again [Repeat 1] Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin' Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to crack a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're w |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen' Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again [Repeat 1] Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin' Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to crack a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're w |
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from Fat Joe - Me, Myself & I (2006)
INTRO
Ma niggas is coke ya. It's crackalagy. 1 on 1 nigga. I breed you niggas. Ma sons AWWWW 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 motherf**kers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds that ya see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahiti I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mof**ker f**kin 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 in 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 (f**kin 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 f**k dumpin at cops these niggas crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin even yo Paul Wall 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. Rikers haha. All my niggas holdin it down. All my street niggas gangster niggasss. Dope boys haha. COOK (echo) (Music fades out) |
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from Fat Joe - Jealous Ones Still Envy (2001)
Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid Flowers on the casket of all those who oppose the squadus It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard What?! *They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh) You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah) And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em) Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh) In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil) You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth Yeah, yo You wouldn't understand my story of life I live Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on Before I had the dough to put my fams on Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off A wild adolescent, raised by the street Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms This is how it should be done... my life... Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop It's just the way it's done Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun *Repeat Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O. Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do' With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough I'm at his mothers house Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip with chrome knowin that they won't forget And on the weekends we shut down clubs You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up! If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred Carry guns and pump heroin Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland I'd rather play the streets of New York Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap on our phones in hopes of cuffin us Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fat Joe - All Or Nothing (2005)
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK! Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin Touched the down, and he's down See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever [Fat Joe] Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change Blowin through your city, here comes the pain They say, the more things change, the more stay the same So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88 My momma askin - {"where did he go"} She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"} Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"} But little did they know - {"where did he go"} that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green We just, break the rules and live a life obscene I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene You couldn't even imagine what my eyes done seen But now it's - I'm a thug, I'm a killer I'm a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I'm good I'm out, I swear after this disc I will quit Pun if you listenin God you truly been this ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahahaha All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin Uhh Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah [Fat Joe] Imagine some old foe with no fire The God done ran off and retired No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems No rappers these ladies, call handsome Me I'm just dancin, velvet LaPelle In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle I blow smoke now, the stress done got me Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky {"where did he go"} I'm tryin find myself It's hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth And if I fall off, who can I ask for help? Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control It's like the Hammer story stands out; can't walk through the Bronx Cause e'ry muh'fucker got his fuckin hands out Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me Changed my phone number, got everybody askin ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahaha More money more problems Yup, it's Cook! Yeah [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Joseph Carter, that's who I be I'm still runnin the Carter, that's how we eat Niggaz, don't even bother cause that's when we meet In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats There's never been a rapper this credible as Joe Dropped "The Incredible," I'm better with the flow And e'rybody's askin where did he go Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it's Cook Coke ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke! BX borough niggaz, yeah... Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner Peace to the money man, Macho Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge Ha ha, Kato rest in peace Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA! My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy Hahahaha All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon Mexico, yeah.. {"where did he go"} it's Crack! {"where did he go"} {"where did he go"} {"where did he go"} ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
[Featuring Puff Daddy]
Nobody said it would be easy ha hah [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) Nobody want to handle it [Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) [Puff] NINE EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) Verse One: Fat Joe Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone That's word is bond on my moms That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X) Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon) Physical rap means we live the lyrics Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us We the realest you ever gon' see In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah) Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right) Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) It's my city, and everything in it Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah) We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot Chorus: Puff Daddy What you thought, we ain't run the streets? Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep Rollin deep with the Don-Tana I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Fat Joe Yea, uh, yo You better slide or catch this homicide Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines Player haters never want to see my shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) Chorus 2X (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) Terror Squad, and Bad Boy Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you Can't sleep, ten deep Yea, uh-huh Adios to manana Terror Squad, what? Bad Boy, khanmean? Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you, I see you c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? Say what say what? Uh-huh I see you.. take that.. Adios to manana! |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
[Featuring Puff Daddy]
Nobody said it would be easy ha hah [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) Nobody want to handle it [Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) [Puff] NINE EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) Verse One: Fat Joe Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone That's word is bond on my moms That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X) Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon) Physical rap means we live the lyrics Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us We the realest you ever gon' see In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah) Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right) Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) It's my city, and everything in it Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah) We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot Chorus: Puff Daddy What you thought, we ain't run the streets? Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep Rollin deep with the Don-Tana I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Fat Joe Yea, uh, yo You better slide or catch this homicide Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines Player haters never want to see my shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) Chorus 2X (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) Terror Squad, and Bad Boy Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you Can't sleep, ten deep Yea, uh-huh Adios to manana Terror Squad, what? Bad Boy, khanmean? Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you, I see you c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? Say what say what? Uh-huh I see you.. take that.. Adios to manana! |
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from Fat Joe - All Or Nothing (2005)
(feat. Timbaland)
[Timbaland] (Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh OH! [Chorus 1: Fat Joe] Get up, get get, get down You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up [Chorus 2: Fat Joe] She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad Everybody GET UP! Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up [Fat Joe over Chorus 2] Guess who's back? Yeah, guess who's back? [Fat Joe] They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems" Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot You don't need to remind us, ladies! "Your royal penis is clean, your highness" Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight ... Timbo and Coke And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] You about to witness, greatness at it's prime You should tape this Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?) Homey please don't hate us She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN! I'm out in L.A. within a week Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww) V.A. is you wit me now Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies One of my addictions, on the mound 95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin 'em The iron is itchin To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] She's bad like MJ's sister I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit I fuck bitches that look worse than... As long as they head right and ass fat I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack 'Bout to cruise down your avenue In the back of that Cad, think collateral Ain't no tellin what this clip and the Mac'll do Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo In other words don't fool with us Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] Crack! |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Feelin So Good [single] (2000)
when I opened up my eyes today
felt the sun shining on my face it became so clear to me that everything is goin my way I feel like there's no l limit to what I can see got rid of fears that were holding me my endless possibilities has the whole world opened for me that's why I'm feeling...I'm feeling so good I knew I would~ been taking care of myself like I should~ cause not one thing~ can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around... now that day is turning in tonight and everything is still going right there's no way you can stop me this time or break this spirit of mine (oh no) like the stars above I'm gonna shine anything I want will be mine tonight I'm gonna have a good time call a few friends of mine cause I'm loving life and tonight's for feeling...I'm feeling so good~ I knew I would~ been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around... I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around... I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so party on tonight night everything is feeling right dj party on tonight everything is feeling right I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around...I'm feeling so good I knew I would been taking care of myself like I should cause not one thing can bring me down nothing in this world gonna turn me around... |
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from Jennifer Lopez - On The 6 / J. Lo [box] (2003)
We got Artist of the Year rhyming in here
Grammy nominations and platinum plus ain't nothing baby All night long, all night Yo, yo...You priceless You like diamonds and icey wrists We got chedda, I'm twice as rich Make you bite your lips, Jenny you know you like unless Nice and thick, if you ever leave me I'd slice my wrists Treat you like a bitch, never that We got beef where my niggas at Streets is where I'm living at Cli-di-clack, that's the sounds of the Mini-Mack Where we at, uptown where it's really at Gimme that, I want the mansion, the yacht Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop Let my hands slip a knot Joe, you the Don Jenny, you the bomb Any man disrespect, good as gone When I opened up my eyes today Felt the sun shining on my face It became so clear to me That everything is going my way I feel like there's no limit to what I can see Got rid of fears that were holding me My endless possibilities Has the whole world opened for me That's why I'm feeling good -- I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around Now the day is turning into night And everything is still going right There's no way you can stop me this time Or break this spirit of mine, oh no Like the stars above I'm gonna shine Anything I want will be mine Tonight I'm gonna have a good time Call a few friends of mine 'Cause I'm loving life And tonight's for feeling good -- I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around Boricua, that's you mamacita Puerto Rican diva, from La Isla Bonita Let me freak ya on the dance floor Lead your man off He's just trying to get your pants off That's the last straw Pun, I ain't got a glass jaw Better run when you see me coming through the back door Crack smart, I give it all for my brother There's two things I don't share That's my money and my lover I love honeys since the paradise for real Since Castle Hill Better scrap for real Shut up your grill You know we never fight It's your world, girl Set it off right I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feelin' so Party on the night Everything is feelin' right DJ Party on the night Everything is feelin' right DJ World's gonna turn me round I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing... |
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from Fat Joe - Jealous Ones Still Envy (2001)
Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
(Terror Squad.. First Family..) AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!) You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha) Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, nigga!) Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!) (Terror Squad... First Family...) OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) Yeah, yeah uh Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit Run up in yo' mom's crib Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap... then stomp... Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin your calm streets? I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for dolo Blow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya Rover Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic Blastin off ya doors with an awful passion Forcin the walls to crash in You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards Joey Crack - keep it gully Known to clap - keep a fully Automatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirty Drivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty Shot me on the Ave., now I gotta blast until them pearlies We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (BLAH!) And we love to fight (BLAH!) You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife! *We gonna, BREAK! - (BREAK!) MASH! - (MASH!) BRAWL! - (BRAWL! CLASH! - (CLASH!) Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass!! GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA! SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT! GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA! OPEN UP HIS BACK! *Repeat Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young (FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfucker crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills (WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama With that nasty-ass Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas (SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it! Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK! For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi (E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap me Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP) Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still Cobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!) When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!) (Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherfuckin deal You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?!! *Repeat (x2) Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right there Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine Wish a motherfucker would, look and he shall find TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE! I'm the thickest of the fire Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!! Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pablo!) If ya don't know now ya know - HOLLA AT 'EM JOE! Fight club! - Fight club! Fight club! - Fight club! Fight club! - Fight club! HOLLA AT 'EM JOE! *Repeat (x2) Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha) First Family, Terror Squad.... |
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from Paris Hilton - Paris (2006)
Yo this gurl is so hot...so sexy
Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz im hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me [Jadakiss] we in the VIP killing the oncen whoever ain't two stepping is really bouncing yeah you know the name of the game so let go of your dame she chose me ever since the DJ announce them she got the right to low button down or YSL shades the ice is bright too and I'm around goons moms gonna let me get her promise to send her back tomorrow around noon soar looser but a good winner besides she could use a lil hood in her a 40 from auto bond and a hood dinner with a binner and a rage back sit at the cina get violent money wanna drop me its something on the tip of my plakyness spit silence I don't feel haters and if you feeling sum kinda way email them and tell them u still jadakisss Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me Boyz boyz boyz boyz fighting over me |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
[Armageddon]
Yeah yeah Do you Don Cartagena solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop as your lawfully wedded wife through sickness and health, til death do you part? [Fat Joe] I do [Armageddon] Aight then You now may spit on the bride [Fat Joe] I bet you thought I left you hangin, Joe Crack returns bangin with somethin brand spankin, what the fuck was y'all thinkin? Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason The only reason I came back was for the platinum With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin MC's be actin, I think somebody needs to slap em Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity This star from Trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ? Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree Chorus: Fat Joe, Armageddon (repeat 2X) Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise (what?) Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage [Fat Joe] Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish em til they lose the hopes and dreams they had Then Armageddon finish em Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation Cartagena hit em like the Red Army invasion Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what? I've been down since the days of Flash when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation You know the biggest asses in United Nations Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin Better act now, before your life is wasted cause time is racin Chorus 2X [Armageddon] Yeah, now do you hip-hop take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband Now by the power invested in me, by me I pronounce you husband and wife [Fat Joe] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (1998)
featuring Armageddon
[Armageddon] Yeah yeah Do you Don Cartagena solemnly swear to take this game of hip hop as your lawfully wedded wife through sickness and health til death do you part? [Fat Joe] I do [Armageddon] Aight then You now may spit on the bride [Fat Joe] I bet you thought I left you hangin Joe Crack returns bangin with somethin brand spankin what the fuck was y'all thinkin? Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's Givin nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason The only reason I came back was for the platinum With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin MC's be actin, I think somebody needs to slap em Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion My love is rockin shows at the highest extremity This star from Trinity got your mom sayin she's feelin me Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ? Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree Chorus: Fat Joe, Armageddon (repeat 2X) Let me find out (find out) niggaz is noddin out Take some time out (time out) you wondered my whereabouts The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise (what?) Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage [Fat Joe] Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish em til they lose the hopes and dreams they had Then Armageddon finish em Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin My crew is radiatin, shinin while you playa-hation Cartagena hit em like the Red Army invasion Operatiion lace em show em what they facin, what? I've been down since the days of Flash when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation You know the biggest asses in United Nations Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin Better act now, before your life is wasted cause time is racin Chorus 2X [Armageddon] Yeah, now do you hip-hop take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband Now by the power invested in me, by me I pronounce you husband and wife [Fat Joe] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Soze Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air |
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from Fat Joe - Don Cartagena (Re-Issue) (2015) | |||||
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from Jean Roch - Music Saved My Life (2012) | |||||
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from Fat Joe - Jealous One`s Envy (1995) | |||||
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Ollie ollie oxen free! Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going Yeah yeah what up son? Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like.. Nah, I ain't got no bullets Yeah yeah yeah yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin! [Fat Joe] Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin a fuck There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw Stacks of money on the bed and the floor It wasn't long til I did what he did I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me I earned my spot, my whole team elected me [Chorus: children singing] Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, yo, unh Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again-a |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Ollie ollie oxen free! Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going Yeah yeah what up son? Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like.. Nah, I ain't got no bullets Yeah yeah yeah yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin! [Fat Joe] Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin a fuck There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw Stacks of money on the bed and the floor It wasn't long til I did what he did I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me I earned my spot, my whole team elected me [Chorus: children singing] Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, yo, unh Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again-a |
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from Fat Joe - Loyalty (2002)
Ollie ollie oxen free! Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going Yeah yeah what up son? Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like.. Nah, I ain't got no bullets Yeah yeah yeah yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin! [Fat Joe] Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin a fuck There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw Stacks of money on the bed and the floor It wasn't long til I did what he did I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me I earned my spot, my whole team elected me [Chorus: children singing] Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, yo, unh Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again-a |
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from Fat Joe - All Or Nothing (2005)
Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin I got the unlimited american express card Momma you can get whateva ya like Plus i got that all black phantom tinted on four sides Get a kiss so they cant see us inside Momma tell me do you like it I know you like it Its written all ova your face dont fight it You like it More than I like it So put it all ova your face dont bite it From rags to riches club packing Bitches hate the bag and ditch us The hate game is vicious and we can get it poppin the the bathroom Dont be selfish go ahead and pass it to em And we can all f*** that Its like a million on my neck Got all these -- ball We p-- drunk on and these bitches screaming let me in Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the morning now and im trying to go on witchu Girl watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Get it poppin and get droppin Its written all ova ur face dont stop it Just drop it More like this hop less Kickin the dough with the fo fo messin with joe Now this kid gotta ass so fat Infact I put a drink on it and came right back He would never talk to a lady like that And my ears screaming how he got a name like crack jack Similar to mike jones Say my name enough then im takin you home You know i walk when i talk when i sleep with the girl One squeeze and you go What i look like not taking atleast 3 to 6 women at the club with me Now we back to the -- and Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Well its 2 up in the mornin man and im f***** tired hittin yo crew Thinka watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Now when ball swing open with that a wkward motion whatchu call it Suicide, its a suicide And if the -- talk s-- cuz they drink off that awkward potion they commiting Suicide, its a suicide Lets get it poppin up I gotta shot em man I feel sorry for yo motha give a f-- what you say spin your head back from whatchu wanta video tape Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the morning now and im trying to go on witchu Girl watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin |
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from Fat Joe - Jealous Ones Still Envy (2001)
[Fat Joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa All you frontin-ass niggaz Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha! Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?) Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?) Yo, yo, yo, yo Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there Now what it be like? You confused man, that shit don't even seem right How you cats on your album only three mics Like 'Pac shit is funny to me All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone Love my A-T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp It's the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh Are you serious? [Chorus: Fat Joe] If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris' Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes New sass weave and fucked up toes Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Armageddon] Now all my ladies put your hands up Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes I only ice the beef and rock the coat Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat, So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it Get the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillin Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough Should've charged me at the door, I woulda let you know Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy Mo' Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo' But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it See me in the video like, 'Bitch I sucked his dick' [Chorus: Fat Joe] You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Ludacris] Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us are headed East - bound, trouble in West other than South Cover your chest, they cover your mouth I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in need Thirty degrees and you heard it from me but I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun They scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some fun They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted and folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH [Chorus: Fat Joe] Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam We did time in what joint? I don't know you man Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what [Fat Joe] Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001 Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah |
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from Notorious B.I.G. - Duets: The Final Chapter [Expicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever |
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from Big Pun - Capital Punishment (Explicit Version) (2000) |