Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo whassup kid? How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin out of Wu-Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin, to the fullest son!
I mean I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
representin the Boogie Down, and the rest of the tri-borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son, I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo it's total devestation, for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin MC's run for the border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin and illin for nothin
You ain't a playa, you just BLUFFIN
Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become President, without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother I take your life
Sodomize your daughter, and make a widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
.. to all the fake MC's

[Raekwon the Chef]
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now

[Fat Joe]
Yo who gets wrecked on the spot? You get wrecked on the spot
I got this whole rap shit locked
Many MC's perpetrated, and gladiated
I'm number one so yo they hate it
Listen here suckers, you don't wanna meet the chuckers
It's the same motherfucker who said fuck the ruckus
Back in ninety-three, when everything was fine and dandy
I was the nigga puttin razors in your kids candy
Mad connivin, it don't get any worser
Best reverse them thoughts DISPERSE
Even if you get loud and curse
you don't put any fear in my heart
Don't even start, you get torn apart
Fat Joe, livin the life
Yo I get trife, and do a number on that ass
with the butcher knife - slice after slice, yea
Causin more destructional horror, than the AntiChrist
Niggaz know the motherfuckin time
Joe represents B-Lawn, respect mine

[Raekwon the Chef]
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy
(feat. Armaggedon, Big Punisher, Keith Nut)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah!!
Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
Home of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back
even if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
in this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know

[Armageddon]
You look, I look, you invite it, I took
I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook
What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?
It's life and death, choose live or die
Ultimates who made em why do we even exist?
When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness?
For any touch there's a feeling
Touch and y'all felt
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace your spine
Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind
Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind
When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries
When my fists connect, they causin major injuries
What you know Junior? You not evil

[Fat Joe]
Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme

[Big Punisher]
Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? L
My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell
I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away
Me and my brothers play hardball
Strictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws
My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed
so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge
There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
to finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts

[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme

[Keith Nut]
Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit
Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter
Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids
Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages
You lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keep
the toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew
Straight out the South Bronx
The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx
Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut
Armageddon the Reddin
My nigga Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp
All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah
Watch your motherfuckin back
Blow out the back of your domepiece
D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus
All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit
Uhh, money man in the house
Yeah, uhh..

Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin
A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin
Forever be forever great
It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow
Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?
It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue
The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done
Remember that, I dismember cats that act
A plain and simple fact is I react on impact
I'm plenty versatile, wild
Have you screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark tints, for sticky events
Suspense makes the lead dispense
A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense
Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh, the top dog, ??
Hazardous to your health like smog

[Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)]
(Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard
Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe

[Fat Joe]
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin the life of a star
Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams
While you suckers havin limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up
Word to mother, shit is realer than you think
Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks
A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink
So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squad's everywhere you look
Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took
From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook

[Chorus 1.5X]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga
Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy

Yeah
This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
I mean the real CREAM
All up and down the East and West coast
Check it [echoes]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hustlin is the key to success
Money is the key to sex
The life is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin blessed
The games people play
The names people slay
It's just another ordinary day

[Verse One]
One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash
Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel
Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars
While you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swallows
Step into my zone and get blown, my ways are internationally known
Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led
Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity?
For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell
But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines
Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and loud bitches
But it's always room for riches and deep ditches
That's how it be in this everlasting game
Declaring war on cocks, and leavin chumps slain
So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest
Success, triple beam, knahmean?
Dolla dolla bill

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive
If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost
Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss?
Things are done different, in my zip code
Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode
Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity
You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
I collects ass and cash
While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash
Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours
T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles
The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy
For real... uh!

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy

[Fat Joe]
Whattup JuJu?
Uhh, whattup Beatnuts?
All them Dominicans in Corona
Bobbito Stretch, my nigga Funk Flex
This is the dedication
Yeah, Punisher Big Dog in the house
Full Eclipse crew
Rated R, my nigga Domingo
East New York representin, check it

Before I start, you know I got ta
pay homage and respect to Afrika Bambaata
Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work
Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert
Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends
Violator Records, now featuring The Twinz
Diamond D, for believing in me
Showbiz & A.G., the whole D.I.T.C.
My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back
whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track
Aiyyo Guru, you know I love you to death
Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach
Nevertheless, on the other side of town
there's my brother Lord Finesse gettin down for his crown
DJ Sirs, killin shit, word to God
Peace to Funkmaster Flex and the whole Flip Squad
Nice and Smooth, hey yo you know the situation
In case you haven't heard this jam is called the dedication

Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..

Hey yo fuck all the rest, I'm givin love to Wu-Tang
My nigga Chef and Big Meth, keep doin your thang
Tony Starks, Ason, and the rest of the crew
All my niggaz from Shaolin, you know how we do
James Todd Smith, for inspirin me
And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, yo you know you're the best
Make sure you get that message that I left with West
Anyhows, on the other side of things
Big Nas, L.E.S., and Mobb Deep from Queens
Puff Daddy, get the millions kid
Nuff props and respect to Notorious B.I.G.
DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you
Doo Wop, S&S, oh yeah and Ron G too
Craig G, forever tryin to live like me
And of course the one and only DJ Kid Capri

Yo it's the dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
to all my niggaz one love..

Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated
to all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh
What up Puba?
Whattup my nigga Kool Micski?
I ain't forget ya, L.A. love
Sadat X, Das EFX
Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop
Word to mother
Little Heck, the whole TS crew
Big Power, Gizmo
And we out..

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Jealous One's Envy

"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!

[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo I said yes yes y'all-n, to the beat all-n
Always been no peace so I never like to ball in
But I maintain and keep a grip on the mic
And say a punchline that'll get the crowd hyped, RIGHT
I never could determine who's the best
It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
But now I maintain that's with my own career
Joe gettin gold dough or somethin wrong in here
Cause everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
Plus I got the flow cause you know (The Hit is Real)
What? Top notch, I give you nuttin but the raw talent
But don't fake jax and make me have to get violent
You wouldn't like it when I flip the script
Cause when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
I hate it when a juvenile tries to prove his masculinity
I got the whole vicinity locked down
Police hate it, look what they done to Tupac now
You make me wanna blast or somethin
But for now I keep infiltratin these crews that be frontin
And all these other MC's be hatin it
Because the Bronx keeps creatin it, rock on

"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!

[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo I'm comin on de dance with de spliff of sensei
The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
Ninety-three, was the year that I debuted it
Representin, for all my niggaz gettin booted
Now who is the number one (Boricua on the Set)?
When in San Fran' I go check Sway and Tech
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not?
Don't make me have to let the dogs loose
and hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA
Ain't it funny how nobody really cares
One minute you're here, the next minute you're under there
Word to Christ, I put out your lights
Every stripe's precise, K.O.'s in all fights
Fatal like Joe with this murderous flow
The Bronx keeps creatin it, you know how that go, peace

"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]
[Fat Joe] The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe, yeah!
"Bronx keeps creating it.." - [KRS-One {cut and scratched}]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena

Yea, uhh
"I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Yea yea, yeah
"I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I left you hangin"
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin"

Yea, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CLAK CLAK) slip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the illest form
from a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones
You could tell it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with killin somethin when you was barely dumpin
You ain't even nuttin to worry about
I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurryin out in the expedition, professional hit men
The vestibule shit from the credible disses
Federals is listenin to my conversations, tapin all the songs I'm makin
Shakin down every ounce of my congregation
John Blazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Blow out a lot of brains, I'm sayin, it's not a game

"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 4X]

Uhh, uhh, yea
Joe Crack takin a L and make Tone roll over in his grave, never that
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin guns since the infamous days of leather hats
Varsity sweaters with big letters black
Pushin the illest whips down fifty-fifth
where killers riff, without havin to split Phillies and sniff
And Willies who shift jobs from Chili willin to leave you stiff
Fulfillin my biggest wish, in this illegal shit
Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my Louis baggage
You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel
Caught you slippin with your Boo and started shootin at you
Out of captivity, left Relativity
Now we on the Big-ger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what?

"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 8X]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Big Punisher, Prospect)

[phone conversation]

[Fat Joe]
Since day one, niggaz died at the Don
cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated
Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate
and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight
Every day I do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene

[Big Punisher]
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars
I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial
with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya (BLAM)

[Fat Joe]
Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action

[Big Punisher]
A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol

[Fat Joe]
Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect

[Big Punisher]
I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold
Flex like you been forced, still "bless you" like a chest cold
We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode
Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go

[Chorus: Big Punisher]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me
[repeat 2X]

[Fat Joe]
Uh, uh, uh, yo!
Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat
and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever

[Big Punisher]
I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers
and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris

[Prospect]
Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, ? to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this
I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss
And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive
A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin ?
A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave

[Chorus 1X]

[Big Punisher]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just
def dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're ?

[phone conversation]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. 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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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Puff Daddy)

Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? [2X]
Nobody wanna handle it
[Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
[Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? [2X]
[Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT
[Puff] What y'all wanna 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
Dame Un Trago, 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 dissapear 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 wanna 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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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Big Pun)

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Lotta money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, Tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten
livin' in the NY city thats rotten
niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'
But we not cuz we all still shinin'
You average, We floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
Wit the thuggish freaks
She love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the streets wit the same principles
Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack one in a million
Get cash from drug deals
But still keep the weapons concealed
build wit the gods
todays madd fast cars
who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
My repitore is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly you can't fuck wit me

[Chorus - Big Pun]
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets

I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my FJ560's
It's many ways that we gon get it
Look how many years we don did it
cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted dreamed of
create a mean buzz
Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love
You see us on B.E.T.
Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this
consecutive hits
You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit
conpetitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out
No doubt
take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas force black outs
shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty

[Chorus - Big Pun]

[Ad-lib til end]
Yeah, gon ride for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon ride for you
Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)
Yeah, We gon ride for you
We gon ride for you
Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you
Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, Uh
Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you
Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
Joey Crack, realness 1 [7X]
Tony Montana, Yeah what

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Big Punisher, Jadakiss, Nas, Raekwon)

[Verse One: Nas]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The table turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

[Verse Two: Big Punisher]
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

[Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad]
J-J-J-John Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" - [Method Man]

[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

[Verse Four: Raekwon]
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up

[Chorus]

[Verse Five: Fat Joe]
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed

[Chorus 2X]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Charli Baltimore)

[Kid Capri]
Yes indeed, What the deal
This is the world famous Kid Capri
up here wit my man Joey Crack
Joey Crack got this new joint coming out
Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is

[Fat Joe]
This is for the hoes and bitches

[Kid Capri]
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies

[Fat Joe]
Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches

[Kid Capri]
Speak on it man

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
And made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest
move ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's foul Joe)
Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo
Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
I love the way you hold that
Joe Crack bozak
While niggas bone that
My stomach's where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the midst
That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris

[Chorus]
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her backstage at a show in Atlanta
seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
Did my eyes decieve me
Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V.
Couldn't wait to beep me
Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars
Big Joe'll railroad
Any frail hoe
Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows
Why these girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material shit
Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
These chics is hott rodders
Wit grips like Rottwilers
But why bother
Picture me payin' a fee
I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Charli Baltimore]
Picture B-More on the floor on all fours
mind must've lost yours
never been tossed
Tour thats what I do for ones
Not whore baby thats what I do for fun
Now I dread that I gave you head
All because them four double A duracells went dead
My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me
Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion
Brought my own Branton
Got my own mansion
Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas
Please, you was just something to do
Had a camcorder too
How you like that boo
You madd cuz I hit that and vanished
Or cuz you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish

[Chorus]
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by

[Ad-libs til fade]
Just walk on by
See ya later yeah
You scandulous hoe

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena

Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, dat gangsta shit
What you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you 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 shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons
and when I wish to put aside the questions
before they find out, who's the realest
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest
shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain't so hard to start clappin
but I lay low, create flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world
mad at me, but very few challenge me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don't need y'all, disrespect the Don and I'ma see y'all
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I don't kill you I'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't have the beast soundin Japanese
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us
They love the Don, these words are more than just another song
If I said I slit your neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, Joe the God, the Terror Squad official
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper
Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah
Goin out to all the real niggaz
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop
All my niggaz on the corners
DJ's, no matter where the fuck you from
it's where's your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga? Yeah
Don Cartagena
Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Big Pun, Cuban Link, Triple Seis)

[Fat Joe]
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

[Cuban Link]
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

[Chorus: Big Pun]
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!)

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
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

[Big Pun]
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

[Chorus]

[Cuban Link]
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

[Triple Seis]
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!)

[Chorus: Big Pun]

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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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Noreaga)

[Intro: police sirens]

[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in
On the way to home BASE,
first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame (blame)
we only pawns in this game (game)
Decision: grow cocaine
I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us

[Fat Joe]
I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed like a million years, yea
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the mack without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly
Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too
mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance,
and gotta yell "What, What!"
Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
I told niggas, that you did it for show,
but niggas thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking it

[Chorus]

(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
polic-iano's, pabolos
amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Terror Squad)

[Fat Joe]
Yea, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God)
Cause if we won't, then who will? (True)
Terror Squad style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot
I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Matlock
but never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

[Cuban Link]
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all men are equal, but then it's legal
when they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land
so the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin
drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin a percentage
Takin advantage, punishin just blacks and hispanics

[Big Punisher]
My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin my existance was priceless
IT'S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
fightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dash
like hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With the Titan
The writing's like fighting cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein the crowd, keepin em Loud like my label
I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic, cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

[Triple Seis]
I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns
Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin "probable cause" to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

[Armaggedon]
This dude, he had the darkest pads
Who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin trash
How he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance
He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
by people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel
That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin Akmed
in the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ?bagualitos?
But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes

[Prospect]
What? Uh-huh, yea I can dig that
They call me Prospect, I just came back from ?
Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the past
Get this legal cash, ? without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
this world would be a better place, get what it takes
in a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop
I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
And stop speedin like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin everybody Twinz watch me

Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Terror Squad

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Armageddon)

[Armageddon]
Yo, yea yea
T.S., T.S.
Armageddon, Terror Squad
It's my world (uhh)
It's my world (uhh)
What?
Check this out, yo

It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad lock ice ? than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in
Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with Mafians
Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and
check the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
The finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promises
First ? bitch, movin guns out of Providence
Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
Raps are marvelous, it's like I been here before
Niggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
The first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin this

My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
Trample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rock
Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
Your girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle cock
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
Then I'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the present
Packin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your presence
We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is resting
Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shames, any records played after it
Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
and piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the Bible

[Chorus 2X]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone)

[Layzie Bone: Intro]
Yea, What's happenin'? Bone Thugs~n~Harmony
Fat Joe, Terror Squad, Mo' Thugs,
the Good Times nigga, we on top of the world

[Chorus (2x):]
[Krayzie Bone:]
Good times, good times (we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration)
[Layzie Bone:]
We could take some stress off our chest

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Check my philosophy - Happiness ain't all about monopoly
I put aside the guns & robberies, see good guys copyin' me
The good times is here, rainy days is clear
You wanna go where everybody knows your name like "Cheers"
Where problems is all the same and we got stories to share
Where you don't have to look for joy in a bottle of beer
See what I'm sayin? Stop feelin' sorry for yourself
Besides, those shots of Jack Heed's bad for your health
Understand tough people last, tough times don't
Some get up off they ass, and nigga, some just won't
Take the bad with the good, cuz the good ain't far
This is the stuff dreams are made of - shoot for the stars
The good times

[Chorus (2x):]
[Krayzie Bone:]
Good times, good times
(we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration)
[Layzie Bone: overlappin' Krayzie]
We could take some stress off our chest
[Krayzie Bone:]
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration,
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration, (bration) celebration, big celebration,
Hey we havin' a celebration

Havin' a wonderful day
Rememberin' the good times,
and the niggas who ain't here for the celebration
We roll up a blunt, and pour out the liquor
Whateva you want, we got it,
It's probably in there, plenty reefer,
smoke is blowin' in the wind yeah
Just inhale, exhale...
feel it whateva your problem is, it won't be one no more
And if you're laid off (Good times),
Sit down and take a load off
You deserve it, fuck what you heard, fuck the world
And let the Buddah soothe ya, ooh ya
Better not let the quicker system "Boo" ya
Krayzie makes the world. I thenk God for my good times
(my good times, my good times)

[Chorus (2x):]
[Krayzie Bone:]
Good times, good times
(we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration)
[Layzie Bone: overlappin' Krayzie]
We could take some stress off our chest
[Krayzie Bone:]
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration, (bration) celebration
we havin a big celebration, we havin a celebration

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, Now I'm 25, and It's a brand new scene
I'm makin' rap pits straight flossin' on the TV screen
Know wha' I mean, life's sweet to me
In times we used to front, now speak to me
I'm feelin' all right, keepin' them girls happy all night
Baby hold tight, when Joey takes you for a long ride
What was once a dream is now reality
And I'm glad I never listened to haters thet said it'd never be
Remember me? the fat kid from Trinity
Who was once a public enemy is now a loved celebrity
If Joe could do it, It could happen to you
Set goals, and keep your weight up,
And good times'll come through. What? (what, what?)

[Chorus (Repeat till Fade):]
[Krayzie Bone:]
Good times, good times
(we can have a good time..we havin' a big celebration)
[Layzie Bone: overlappin' Krayzie]
We could take some stress off our chest
[Krayzie Bone:]
Big Celebration, we havin' a big celebration
we havin' a big celebration
Celebration (bration), celebration,
big celebration, we havin a celebration

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Don Cartagena
(feat. Terror Squad)

[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 scared to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches
and float with the fishes
The revolution has started thats why I'm undercarded
My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
And its never ever gonna stop

[Prospect]
Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
bring fame and fortune
Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches
With financial ventures, enhance the riches
Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
but it seems I couldn't graduate or go to Drake
It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice
Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise, cause if not I wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat

[Chorus: Triple Seis]
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought you knew you had...
Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
(And it don't stop!)

[Cuban Link]
I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's
Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich
Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
I'm one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti
Realer than the military
Killin every track I'm on, Link and Joey Crack the Don
Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on

[Triple Seis]
So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas
Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures

[Big Punisher]
Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list
Pun and Prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch
Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment
Of course you dont have a chance, I'm the boss in your emminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath!
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas
make em wet they pants
The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome
The best and the champion, that means I'm far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright

[Chorus 2X]

[Armageddon]
Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll
Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted
And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion
Assassinate the Pope with no emotions
So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin?
My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause
Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits
Golden riches, better hold em bitches
Cause we robbin niggas way before
the translation of Holy Scriptures
I was Armageddon before the motion picture
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My Squad's hard and far from Puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans

[Chorus]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Me, Myself & I

My niggaz it Coca
It's crackology 101, Nigga
I breed you Nigga's
My son

Owww

[1st Verse]
The penalty is death
And I'm inflicting the torture
The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster
Its heavy promo catching beef wit Joe
But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone
Thought we heavy
Chopper firerin
Motherfucker's is dying
Nigga's is runnin'
Helicopters is flying
All these suckers is lying
Tell these Fedsters to see me
And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti
I think its called Fiji or something like that
Get your shit pushed Motherfucker
Fucking wit crack
Catch a hundred in your cap
Your brain be by your waste line
LV on the track
Hell of a baseline
Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem
Now that's stardom
Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger
Hundred mill strong
Still dying of hunger
Under the chinchilla
Believe me this shits is rilla
This piece ull leave you in pieces
And make you sleep better
The streets terror
The weak better retreat man
I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Damn, those guys are gettin doe
That's why all these gansta call me Coke
We get money money
You got nothing from me
And if you get caught Nigga don't mention Joe

[2nd Verse]
I keep hearin that Crack the truth
Real niggaz is scream
Joe get back in the booth
Yeah I do it for them niggaz that be huggin the block
Them jack boys don't give a fuck
Dumpin there caps
These niggaz crazy
Some more real
They'll git you for everything
Even your Paul Wall grill
Yes Nigga
Its survival out here
These niggaz don't even respect the bible out here
Its pyro's out here
Cuts and King too
That's the only thing the summer going bring you
I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game
Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain
I got 'em sick man
Look how the shit bling
Piss stain
Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man
You ain't Pac
You ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact
You is a great actor
I'm one O G
You need to respect
Especially if you don't want niggaz to see through your chest
I caught his Mama at the face to face
Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8
Nigga
Follow me now say

[Chorus]

Yeah
This goes out to all the Nigga's.
From Ghetto to Ghetto
Jail for Jail
All my niggaz playin' in the yards right now
Doin' pull ups
Bumpin'' this shit in your headsets
I love you Nigga's

Crack
Otisville you know its real
Rikers
All my niggaz holding in down
All my street niggaz gansta Nigga's
Cook

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : Me, Myself & I

You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)
And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the
bed Nigga

Pop your collar to this

It's grills mania, ya heard me
Owww

[Chorus]
She's my Mammy
She's my baby
I love you so much
You driving me crazy
Wanna be down
Jump in the car
Rollin wit me
I'll make you a star

[1st Verse]
Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that
Give her some growth
Waited till I touch the cat
Told she going have to work if she going get ahead
Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head
She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks
I said Mami stop talking
Just suck on this dick
I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing
Now watch me turn this nothing into something
Get it
Mami, Get in that kitchen
This is free base
Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths
Take the trip cross town to see True
Just get the money don't listen
That Nigga think he cute
See all this money we got we going shopping
Louis Vitton & Pucci
We get it poppin
We hit the club on some clico shit
See the respect that you get from just being my bitch
Look see 'em they sick
They wan be in your shoes
That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused
I'm just using her for paper
She want a man
I'm bout to see my other bitch but
She understands

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]
Ay Yo
I met her at the Rucker Park
Watchin' the stars play
I knew she was a terror
She was watchin' the squad play
I knew she had her own
She was pushin' the bubble X
Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X
Fat Ass, Long Hair
Short like Nia Long
I knew she was a victim from the start
My G is strong
And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers
Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers
I'm lookin' at receipts
She spent G's on the kid
I'm pushin' her V
Even got keys to the crib
If I needed to bag up
I bought G's to the crib
I got knocked - What she did
Put up the deed to the crib
Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan
Look my niggaz is wit Ma
Let's make it happen
So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four
Told every nosey bitch
Get the fuck on the floor
Then she opened up the bag
And started to fill 'em all
Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer
Told security if you move
This goin' be your last night
I'm working with this Mack ten
You workin' with a flash light
I'm walking backwards
Nobody moved word to mother
Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover
That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me
I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me

That why

[Chorus - 2X]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room

Coca, muah
Elephant in the room
Crills

Early in the morning, could barely feel my face
Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face
Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor
Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door
6 in the morning when they kick in the door
I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche
What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
Of course I floss like them DC boys
Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads
In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore
Now, headed for paradise
Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante
Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin
Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and
Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico
Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though
If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo,
Taylor Made Versachi, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger
Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe
'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes
Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough
So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game yo
Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe,

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo
The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do?
I got richer
80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richer
? the wop bam boo
Guess what, America we love you
And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo
Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue
In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels
Niggaz wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
Shit, niggaz keep askin': how come he so real?
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
Haha, it's the fugitive
Coca
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
Street runner on this one, bitch
We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch
Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man
We use different forms of transportation nigga
I'm on different planets than y'all niggaz right now
You can deny all you want nigga
Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine
Oh, I get on some Pun shit
What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit?
What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
BXTS!
I owns this shit!

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!
I'm eatin', I'm eatin'
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Oh no, Oh Joe, he's did it he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that motherfucking kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Bumpin' that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, riiight?
La la la la la la la la la la
Hand on the shotgun, and I'm ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what, I got some
Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car it Grey Poupon
I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon there's too many ringtones
2.8 whatcha want me to tell ya?
Make it rain, Mary Anna go and grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, HOLY SHIT!
So much coke a nigga have to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem, this is not music
I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
Bring em to the crackhouse, show em the crackhouse
Take em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
You gotta touch your toes or I'm out
Fuck a club I got a strip pole in my house (yeah!)
6 million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Mangola
Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay NOT VITAMIN WATER
Fat cuz I'm so rich, rich cuz I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
You flow cold but Joe flow sicker
Even Reverend Al be like, "Joe's that nigga!"
John Gotti, Supreme Team show
These are the niggas you compare to Joe, HELLO!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
This is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem, this is not music
I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
Bring em to the crackhouse, it's the crackhouse
Walk em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Get em, Joey just get em
Get em, get on them
And if they piss you off you shit on them
And if they piss you off you shit on them

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Hey Weez just stop right thurr
Shit I don't let em go, get the whole block clear
These niggas actors, they are not there
And there time's tickin' like an Altomare
First nigga pop up and we gave him the piece
Next nigga pop up leave him under the sheets
C'mon papa, you talkin to ME
Ain't nobody else runnin' these streets COCKSUCKER!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
Man I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
Take em to the crackhouse
They don't want the crackhouse, they don't want the crackhouse
Kick em out the crackhouse

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. Jackie Rubio)

Uh,
Yeah, uh, as we proceed to give you what you need
Come on
Coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh know it's me
Got trees got weed, pop e, cool d
(come on)coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh kno it's me

[Fat Joe:]
I don't give a fuck; I don't give a fuck xxxx never gave a fuck but I hit em up
(come on) coca baby youh kno it's me; bx ts till I d-I-e
New york new york xxxx that's all me
Name another niggah with a flow like me
So sick I swear it's h-I-p put it on 5th left eye c
Flamin I kno all about the hotter claimin
Pavement that's where I'm hidinq all the payments
Davis I get it poppin like larry
Badly I just wanna run up in ya family
Coca baby youh know it's me
Got knives, got text, got max, got weed
Mister enuff would you bump mah shit
Funk master flex would youh bump mah shit
I do it for the niqqahs that be banging them shits
Bumping those bricks talking mah shit
Uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah got hit
Uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah bout to snitch

[Chorus:]
As we proceed to give you what you need
Come on
Coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh know it's me
Got trees got weed, pop e, cool d
(come on) coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh kno it's me

[Fat joe:]
New york time to re-up

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. Pooh Bear)

My word on everything, I mean everything
We will never stop, I mean never
Nigga we da best

I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

(Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack crack ca-crack crack)
Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

Coca, niggas call me crack in the flesh
Run up on a nigga with a mac'in adress
Hear dat rip through his vest
If you ain't got sticks well you better invest (yes)
A nigga used to dream of that water blue
Now I swapped out for sumtin with killer view
Fresh off the block doin interviews
You can still see the coke on my linen suit
I'm a don, change twice a day
I do it for the love when there's so much hate
Straight out the court room, million dollar bail
Back to the spot, got a million dollar sale

I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

(Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack crack ca-crack crack)
Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

I'm a get it for life
So much money I'm sittin on mill's
My mansion, bottom of the Poo set scrills
200 over on the Phantom, drop that 650

Sky blue suit with the bow-tie
Yeah
I make it rain with dollars
Had you leanin back till you popped your collar
Mo money (mo money), let's get it (let's get it)
We da best (we da best), I said it (I said it)
Yeah nigga, welcome to the Crackhouse
I do it for my niggas in the prison, supa mac style

I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

(Yeah, I'm gon get it
I'm gon get it for you, I'm a get it for me, I'm a get it for us
I does this for the streets
16 runnin tha Carter, 17 beamers and benz's
Multi-millions nigga, yeah let's get it ho)

Only serious nigger to do this shit like Pun did it
I said it, I get it, I'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, the enemy
Y'all niggas keep lyin 'bout Tennekey
If you really want Crack, come get at me

I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. Jackie Rubio)

Joey time, report to the dancefloor.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

More Money , more problems
I've been runnin the apple from the bottom.
I've been told my nigga Khaled I got 'em.
GT's Bugatti's you aint got 'em.
Rose keep that on deck.
All day , Hoes hey, lil momma all at.
She like it and she want it so you know she gonna get it.
My nigga's in the club, so you know we gonna set it.
We got people, you're not equal.
Another one, another Joe crack sequal.
More hits then 'em all flick we move.
More pits that mr Cool aint sweet cool.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Or she once, on she knees.
Brand new Bentley drop on the (?).
Accently nigga in the hood about me.
Call me the (?), cuz crack got keys.
Chicks unbelieves, wrist on freeze.
Hundred mill lots and I fill 'em like cream.
Crack a boss man, livin a nigga dream.
Jacuzzi so large I can feel like 18.
Hey! Is that he swimmin to Joe?
Every weekend if the car comes I quit with the Boss.
And you know Shit hard , when it's Swizzy and Joe
88 nigga yeah , cuz I'm dope with the flow. (now let's get it)

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Ooohw
Swizzy!
It's individuel...
Y'all know what it is!
Individuel, individuel time!
Let's go.
Let's get it! [7x]
Joey Time!

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. J. Holiday)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Baby, you can keep a secret [laughing] Coca
Krills mania - ayy, AYY!
Uhh, uhh

[Fat Joe]
Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N-Y
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin like America's Top Model
She says, Your earring - look at that thing~!
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I like c'mon ma; you know me run New York
Jay's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm lookin a-head
Then I'm lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G's
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing

[Chorus: J. Holiday]
Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
If you don't want me to
Cause I got a thing for you
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)
Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
I'll never do bad to youuuuu
Cause baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for ya

[Fat Joe]
A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls
What you know about havin dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the bird man when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard
Went to Chao for chow's out and order the same thing
Bill's so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Fat Joe]
Grown man B.I.
Millionaire frames, Perrier rods
Every day a different chain nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
and get you right, lay pipe all night like me
Call you Fruity Pebbles cause you got so many spa bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bag
Hermes shiy wherever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that
Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
Christian, Lou' Vuitton, the bluish charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing

[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]

[J. Holiday - over second repeat]
Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one~!
J. Holiday checkin in...
Said this is grown folks music
I got a thing for you, yeah
See I won't tell, I won't tell, no no [fades out]

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room

[From The 300 Movie]
This is where we fight
This is where they die
On the shields boys

[Fat Joe talking]
Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga.
Who wanna fight? (Who who who who) Who wanna fuck around with the don right now, nigga?
(Who who who who who) BX TS nigga squadians Arm up!

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Who you think you kidding you
I will just get rid of you
Leave you in that critical it's
Joey crack the don
You don't even know me
Got hundred homies and bodes
With chromies that run up on me
Blow your brains on your moms
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

Crack man, crack man
Playin with the gat then
Hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like a song
Taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm
See the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm
That's right, i fight, i done been in brawls
I done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers
I done be on boats in Columbia sipping raw and
I done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all
Poor righteous teacher I'm featured on final call
Hustle I'm a Laker man yes yes y'all
And Pun already told you that we ready for war
Quit playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall
Shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

[Singing:]
We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

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Artist : FAT JOE
Album : The Elephant In The Room
(feat. Pooh Bear)

Kilka, kills mania,
Get used to this one,
"crack"
Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit
And I say right about now New York City.

They say is life and death, there's no future fronting.
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka,
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger.
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw a fake nigga parade. I'm known!
But who gives a fuck I don't care.
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them.
Niggas had me thinking that Joey is fucked up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.
Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.

[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake but I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets I'm a symphony, niggas want my sympathy presiding official remedy,
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,

King of New york, King of New York, but we don't ever see these niggas up in New york
Can anybody tell me where centropey
All these so called killers try their best to dress gay.
Everybody beefing it's the same old day.
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing New Yor back
But we the only niggas you pitch back the back (crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, fuck a phone call I barely got a whistle

[Chorus]

Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the carter.
Throw a banks and invite your friends,
Yougarentee to see a couple of ends.
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other niggas just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at madison square they givin group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness,
Where I keep your favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid.
I'm only speaking the truth,
Shit, look what these streets
May cologilua do

[Chorus]

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