Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick
's how I'm livin, just like a rottweiler When I was a shorty, I was a lot wilder But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem and when I can't bear em, I
-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far from a prankster I
freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit' the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash Know it makes sense to you Joe
on playin' song, LP playin' long Jay, D and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on I always say to Joe, turn on the radio Jam Master Jay will know, that is the
' didn't know he was blind So I find Mankind is a serious threat To another others kind when there's something to get In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot
! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep I just want a GANGSTA bitch or I be a bad
lush I know I'll be all right tonight I took my time, I didn't rush I didn't blush, I didn't frown got up to get down Henceforth, I'm getting down and
the phone, call my nigga joe Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store Should I die following my big collection of dough Tell my niggas that I didn
know who I was I couldn't remember shit Apparently something happened that was traumatic I used to have more rhymes but I can't remember them Seriously I
Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget And I
Back,' Fat Joe I ain't got time to be concerned with you, a**hole Status all wavy (?), I'm on to y'all hatin' I'm so far ahead--I'm sittin' down waitin
game all their life so don't know who I know Writin' rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through
their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up
them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga Yeah, I
how I'm livin', just like a Rottweiler When I was a shorty, I was a lot wilder But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem And when I can't bear 'em, I
