[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
em Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what? I made the nigga rich cocksuckers! [Chorus] [Fat Joe] I was never into girls, I was just into my music Dropped
up and down, shorty 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
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
grey nikes, that flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta
nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe
and p Boys came and put in da word Now it's more maybachs More phantom chops Ball til we fall til Da judge let da hammer Drop [Chorus x4] Champagne
you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy Joe, they
women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, they won't stop playin' If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe
fat gangsta Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe
hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game Terror Squad motherfuckers
Yeah, Joe crack the don, Ton' Sunshine, terror Terror squad, it's our time, yeah, hand it over Yo, what, yeah Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab
with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe
bitches swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us Ha ha, mad rappers Stain off, range off, watch out Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe
want huh? dat gangsta shit Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit Yeah, uhh, uhh Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends I drop
[fat joe] Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them? platinum Status, motherfuckers. eat a dick! Now who's the underated pro, they
this was a movie, you would be perfect casting You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking [Chorus] [Fat Joe