, because my temper's at the border Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water MC, H E A V Y D, O V E R W E I G H T Lover in the
STEPPIN" Get in full gear, I'm sure that you'll care in the long run, when you got pull here That means AUTHORITY "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" Word! So let knowledge
got this in a smash Yeah, you 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
eat, sleep, drink music man Nobody knows music like me man - this is what I do man! All these miserable fucks man - e'rybody got they fuckin hand out E
you survive?! [Fat Joe] Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all time [KRS-One - chuckling] Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind! [Hook: Fat Joe
in the Benz Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what this is Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar With
hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe, R.
That's all I ever wanted dreamed of Create a mean buzz Slick C R E A M and show my team love You see us on B E T Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the
them Dominicans in Corona Bobbito Stretch, my nigga Funk Flex This is the dedication Yeah, Punisher Big Dog in the house Full Eclipse crew Rated R, my
and maimed you should have paid the ransom It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right It's the nigga Joe the Don And the kid flow hard, ask the
it Don't try it, 'cause Jack of Spades doesn't buy it He's a one man riot Cleanin' the community, of all it's debris The C R I M E The road was long
pack her bags pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
s up, dawg? Who's hardest? Probation over, yeah, I'ma catch some new charges Crime the fricassee recipe, mess with me 40th my pedigree, Big L regale R
you ain't never seen Can you keep your cool if I whip until you cream? Don't mean to be obscene, put the children to bed Thugs like N.O.R.E. in the
'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium About the town, the Valley-Joe
Back when he was hungry And then one day he wrote a song That got someone's attention The A&R at BMG got J, O, E to listen Then Joe called James and
