Yeah, Joe crack the don, Ton' Sunshine, terror Terror squad, it's our time, yeah, hand it over Yo, what, yeah Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab
with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe
bitches swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Ha ha, mad rappers Stain off, range off, watch out Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe
want huh? dat gangsta shit Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit Yeah, uhh, uhh Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends I drop
[fat joe] Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them? platinum Status, motherfuckers. eat a dick! Now who's the underated pro, they
this was a movie, you would be perfect casting You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking [Chorus] [Fat Joe
(Fat Joe):{Diddy} (Kelka Mania),{Day 26} Day 26: Ohhhh Fat Joe: (Ayo Diddy get at me baby) {I see you Joe} (Its Crack) {This is the remix
steal a lot You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life Remember
mother fucker I've finally had enough Go see a doctor, Doc, hello "Hi, have a seat, let's see umm...what is it..Joe? Yeah, Joe Bruce, my friends call
paid If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me If I was shooting star I be like shooooom If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah If I was a
D we been appointed I'm ever so clever you never touch the anointed I'm born again, I got a friend the Lord I rearrange But other than that I'm livin' fat
Can I get this? Now DJ Run, I run amuck and run to hit this ("Hit it, Run!") My name is Joe I need hoe Can I get a witness? (Hoe!) And when I come you
again Run'll be runnin up in the spot cause I be runnin dem seen dis, now DJ Run'll be comin and gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact it's not
them We already got a check we tryna get two of them [Fat Joe] Just blew trial, crack lots like is little Italy Your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe
when u get dumped Lookin like a prick While ur bitch is chokin With her mouth on my dick Now u can lean back motherfucker But I aint fat joe Its dre
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of
you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe] Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy? Fat