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
crew Infect space y?all, we swing time y?all It?s like milk yeah, it?s like be bop The new scat slips, oh shit, we got fly kicks It?s like jazz, uh, it?s
sleepin',ya'll,if you know what time it is Because someone is talkin' yours as well as gettin' his You can front and ignore,but one thing's for sure
steady itchin boys steady wishin, talkin down on a nigga name, Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, Joe
to shoot Moose's hitmen yo? A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
conisuer It's We the Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard rock, stashed in the body shop Only way to
cgeese goes on it's way to different cities Rocking for the kiddies To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow All the money went to goddamned joe
hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks, I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good
see me on the TV shows Videos, big screen but I'm just Romeo A real cool dude, you should get to know On a different plateau like whoa Buyin' out what's love like fat Joe
[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,
love that?s created by a girl and boy. I Need Love I never felt this way before, how to explain the way I?m feelin? (feelin) But, boy it?s you that
never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart
'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT! Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
Ah, yeah Da Fat Gangsta 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
know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) Well, it's the F A T, Gang S T E R Living like a star, drive a fat car 525 and I'm crazy live
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
fuckin' shit is real Hey yo, it's real Aiyyo, it's real The fuckin' shit is real Yeah, aiyyo, it's real Check it out Let me let ya know why I made
fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son") [Fat Joe] Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's