dumped Lookin like a prick While ur bitch is chokin With her mouth on my dick Now u can lean back motherfucker But I aint fat joe Its dre on the hook
' Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin'? Turned the radio up and cut his arms off and throw him off the top of the Waldorf Call Fat Kat in
six feet sweaps Joe the Don, ready for war when it's on Come on, tell me who can hold it down this long I'm strong that my name will live on when I'm
cat The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets
stubborn cat The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the
, bang out dope cuts Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts But when it comes to getting in a circle I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple Looking for Little Joe
who ya with and whatever horse ya rolled in on Ya ain't finna take me outta my zone 'Cause I'ma stay getting my money on and be about me and mine Watch
Let me quit it, cause I feel I have shitted And got mad niggaz widdit Joe sinistr follows So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow Chorus: joe sinistr It
in Fresno Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no So just get on the mic Just get on the mic Get get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike
d lay me off So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway be
, strictly Never again I let a record label trap me Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to
and swang or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade you know Im always on my paper chase always get my green, always on my lean me and Po-yo fixin
Alamo, is you wit me? What goes around comes back around again Stud Doogie, is you wit me? What goes around comes back around again S.O.S., is you wit me
Diamond D Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough Boom bip, BAM, here I am Even fans in Japan, be tellin' me I'm the man Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker
my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets I use to push up on
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
tryna learn you can help me practice we study on the matress that's where my class is nothing but a t shirt that's easy access she like me for my assets
days it was ok to fuck with me Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me You ain't got a street bone