' funky music is a must I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope, or a phase with the rope Sometime I choke and try to believe When I
a thick cloud of smoke You're like a fat joint, I'm takin' a toke, I'm like coke But you ain't smilin', feelin' erratic, a fuckin' addict To the dope
Shake that a-- a little more my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround
gift like a motherfucking 12 gauge Niggas know I'm versatile No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord I'm a
hungrey hit that Long Drive pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter I gots to come through scatter I hit that fuckin quarter, its gone be a slaughter
sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos, they said That they knew the cat, exactly where he live at And when I
I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne And go hit shorty, shaking that thang 'cuz She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh She's a killer
flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a motherfucker feel it When I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really want to test (Come and test
Back, Lean Back [Verse 3: B.I.G.] Bitch is in the back looking righteous In a tight dress I think I might just Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred
crates full of bass, got pills, got ones And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler A to the K with the
I scream, she screams Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream Ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man [3X] [T.A.] I'm
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
I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on both hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour I 'member when I used to have to play that hard Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all A nigga too fat, so I couldn
Joe, da fat gangsta, yeah This is Joe, da fat gangsta Tell 'em who the hell I am This is Joe, da fat gangsta Yeah, Fat Joe Da Gangsta Representin' in
I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22 Huh, so you know I'm all right If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga
gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass She got a big Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass She got a