they gotta do to get that cash. She a money maker, so she get dat cheese, shake it like a tamborine just like he- make it rain like Fat Joe if he aint
When I come thru there sweatin, like lee Evans and when I drop bars yeah the question beckons am I comin for that number1 slot or will I come second
,winners never quit Get yours,go for yours,we went for ours For those sittin' back coolin',relaxed,gettin' fat Waitin' for the right thing to come and drop
cant get locked hold my glock, Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on
One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her
you pussies Fuck that shit you be talking Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County) Every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping
[Chorus] [Jimi Hendrix] "Hey Joe, now where you goin with that gun in yo' hand?" Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
em Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what? I made the nigga rich cocksuckers! [Chorus] [Fat Joe] I was never into girls, I was just into my music Dropped
up and down, shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass She got a big Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat
m done with it Y'all niggas is gettin on, I've been shittin Hundred grand in one night in Sin City I've been spittin, been rippin to any beat Big L, Fat Joe
grey nikes, that flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta
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
and p Boys came and put in da word Now it's more maybachs More phantom chops Ball til we fall til Da judge let da hammer Drop [Chorus x4] Champagne
you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy Joe, they
women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, they won't stop playin' If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe
fat gangsta Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe
hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game Terror Squad motherfuckers
