up out of thousands hugs From chicks that wanna sit on dubs [Chorus] Yo who's that in the jeep? (Some honeys) Who's that up off in that truck? (My niggaz
Vertaling: Fat Joe. Wie is Dit.
could come too That's love What's luv? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) What's luv? It's about us It's about trust, babe What's luv? (Got to do,
Who's down to crush a lot I love from Puerto Rican to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of that ass Long as you show class, and pass my test Fat
s on that web like he be's with Pete Parker Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala Ballin, Folarin so goddamn hard Fat
the bar Cuban the don daddy like john gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ chorus ] It's mister cuban link, baby
and movin' weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late We rappers that
my real live niggas say: That's my shit All my thugs mothafuckers say: That's my shit And if you all about the ruckus say: That's my shit (Triple Seis
through from the B-Town Motherfuckas gettin high it's goin down It's the same everyday everyday it's the same But that night we hit the hoop game Who
town Fortunately that's not my life no mo' If it's gotta do with dope, for me, it's a no go Pit's one of a kind, Pit's ahead of his time I'm nowhere
like a shotty spit bars to your body blood I'm not shoddy my styles fat like blobby ill leave your body curled up in the lobby believe that's my hobby
Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat Joe are down
Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo Fillin' out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggaz
Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat
man Fat Joe, silence the lambs [A.G.] Now who's stepping first, cause it's time for the second verse You wanna withdraw? Then don't stall, cause it's
else is sitting So who's the next man to hit? I slip in a banana clip And I hit, come and get your bandanna split Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch
the best out of life Ya see,what your future holds is no mystery When you're the one who's in control of your destiny Just put that weak pride aside,
