, it's real live, you think not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit Running through
with their armor that can slay doubt Lord bless This kid that plays the game of chess. Let's travel to the endless feelings that oppress (where?) Often running
When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So, therefore to make more A fifteen year old black kid
venom at you through your serve in vegas The primitive fool again None can match that Blast at your rib cage Making your spine hatch back You lack fat
York, better known as kings' dominion We're back again, smacking beats across your head and back And when you front I'l make you stand out like a fat
baby, it's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, It's goin down I be that nigga bringing fat
of race What a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste [Chorus] [Remedy] Maybe the kid you're running with's and informant He got a fat file
Yeah it's live sucker Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know, trying to sell my records to distributors And they wouldn't take it because, you know Some fat white kid
fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, politician is that the house you live in how's the kitchen hey policeman dont bother even as a kid i only
[Slug] He started running down the middle of the street Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing
had a chain in his hand and the Devil in his eye I said, "I'm in trouble, let me think real quick" I looked down at the ground and got this big fat
I'm chasing papi, chasing papi I'm running/away from her/I'm telling ya/she's crazy......... Baby I'm chasing papi, chasing papi Fat Joe verses: I
know how we do things Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench You shut the fuck up I'm gonna crack this fuckin kid
Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they good and plenty Fat baggies like Maggies muffin' Where the kid
a whiz kid, get a whiff kid Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows with a new flow medley outgrow when you step back To the black with a fat rap with a fat
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
she's still payin'! Feels so good! I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable Her name was Fat Mabel and she brought my kid to table Ate
and smoking kid But I've been listening to all your music And I've been listening to all your bullshit Now me ready fi squeeze it and done this Why you running
