(Fat Joe):{Diddy} (Kelka Mania),{Day 26} Day 26: Ohhhh Fat Joe: (Ayo Diddy get at me baby) {I see you Joe} (Its Crack) {This is the remix
steal a lot You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life Remember
mother fucker I've finally had enough Go see a doctor, Doc, hello "Hi, have a seat, let's see umm...what is it..Joe? Yeah, Joe Bruce, my friends call
paid If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me If I was shooting star I be like shooooom If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah If I was a
D we been appointed I'm ever so clever you never touch the anointed I'm born again, I got a friend the Lord I rearrange But other than that I'm livin' fat
Can I get this? Now DJ Run, I run amuck and run to hit this ("Hit it, Run!") My name is Joe I need hoe Can I get a witness? (Hoe!) And when I come you
again Run'll be runnin up in the spot cause I be runnin dem seen dis, now DJ Run'll be comin and gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact it's not
them We already got a check we tryna get two of them [Fat Joe] Just blew trial, crack lots like is little Italy Your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe
when u get 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
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of
you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe] Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy? Fat
money, we ain't duckin' and dodgin' We bustin' and ridin', Caddy truckin' and prowlin' What the fuck are ya hollin' entourage of Benz, 'lacs, and beamers With dime bitches with asses fat
, two times Fat Joe I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti All running with zozs, Banana Azuri, soft drop
New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart
over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Fat Joe] Cribs Mania Khaled! BX, TS nigga [Khaled] Listennn! [Fat Joe] Blat, when
hit the do' Thinkin' will I live another twenty-fo' I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop
Say it ain't so Joe, here we go So writing words that'll flow, drop another verse 'til I'm old Hit 'em with a fat groove, make 'em jump back Ain't givin
what you talkin? about, let?s do this Alright fuck it, do it, hey, what am I doin?? Drop the top, hit the block Beat slammin?, man, fuck the cops The drops