wit the rats I work an' make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack Look at what we got right here, such a work of art Someone I'll give my heart, do anything
a problem I'ma ride Joe at any cost. I'll be the one that reps strong for you. If all else fails I'll do a bid with you. [Fat Joe:] You got the weight
yall falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don't get mad at my
to hate Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll wack you with my snub 38 It doesn't take much to make me restless Look at my face and definite
My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me, honestly you can't fuck wit' me It's my life, my money, my world My girls, let's electrify
life Me and Ange livin' big forever Think a click fuckin' with this man whatever Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a
a gaint how it look wit a midget I don't move a pivet i lift a felanche unless it's bout a dollar then it's gonna be a stampede N i don't fear shit but
a twenty year old And my moms in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why step daddy gotta take me thru this Help
have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
and nicotine Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit. Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots. That's the life I live in a rock and roll band
a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid I blast a pig and slit his throat just for [unverified
my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest, a
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
she got a dick Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was
beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played
Sacario [Fat Joe] Yeah! [Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack [Fat Joe] Pick the music up man [Angie M] Let's do it [Sacario] We 'gon keep doin this [Fat Joe]