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Fat Joe, Nome Artístico De Joseph Antonio Cartagena (nova Iorque, 19 De Agosto De 1970), Conhecido Também Por Crack, é Um Rapper Americano De Ascendência Porto-riquenha. (wikipédia)

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fat joe01. what s luv

fat joe - what s luv

What's Luv?

[Fat Joe:]
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti

[Ashanti:]
What's love?

[Fat Joe:]
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

[Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}]
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah,Y'All}
What's love?
It's about us {It's about us}
It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah,Uh}
What's love?
It should be about us {It should be about us}
It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love?

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida
Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
& I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
That's love!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a littlecloser)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta
(Like a Don is supposed ta)
Please believe
You leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's love?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti]

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot 7 who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on

[Ashanti (Fat Joe)]
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)
on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

[Chorus 2 Times]

fat joe02. 300 brolic

fat joe - 300 brolic

This is where we fight
this is where they die
on the shields boys

[Fat Joe talking]
Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga. Who wanna fight? (Who who who who) Who wanna fuck around with the don right now, nigga? (Who who who who who)

Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
who you think you kidding dude
i will just get rid of you
leave you in that critical it's
joey crack the don
You don't even know me
got hundred homies and bogies
with chromies and run up on me
blow your brains on your mom
i am a professional
i will cut your testicles
stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war

Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

crack man, crack man
playin with the gat then
hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like the song
taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm
see the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm
that's right, i fight, i done been in brawls
i done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers
i done be on boats in Columbia shippin raw and
i done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all
poor righteous teacher i'm featured on final car
I salamaleikum em and, yes yes y'all
and Pun already told you that we ready for war
crack playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall
shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor
i am a professional
i will cut your testicles
stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war

Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

[Singing]:
We want war
we love war
we need war
we want war

Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
safe to turn the corner I
had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

fat joe03. the profit

fat joe - the profit

[Chorus]
We gettin money man I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the profit
First you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
What the Fuck boy
Bitch ass niggaz
They can't stop us
We turn a Profit
P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit
We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit
If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit

[1st Verse]
I'm New York's living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It's going to be hell
You dancin wit the devil
Tonight's your last night
Picture me Lil's Eazy E
Pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys to the city
And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Lil Wayne]
I'm getting money
I'm the president Junior
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya
And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah
Clap
I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
Cook I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
If listen close my nigga you might see the future

Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook 'em up Strap 'em down
Where the road at
I'm strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch I'm paid forget about it
I'm sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans
Homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dark shit
And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin'
Get your money on
Nigga

[Chorus - 2X]

[3rd Verse]
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah it's Payback Nigga
Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
What shit - I don't know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large

[Chorus]

fat joe04. i got this in a smash

fat joe - i got this in a smash

Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm
saying?
Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out

Awww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck
Suckers better duck, buck buck buck buck!
I let off mad shots
You get dragged when you face the big shot
Yeah, and the Bronx is my territory
Suckers getting sprayed, end of story
Whether one deep or with my crew
I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22
Huh, so you know I'm all right
If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight
Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame
I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train
Cause I don't have it up to here
Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere
Yeah, cause I got it like that
It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat
How I last and surpass any nigga who shows his ass
Is gonna end up getting blast
Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash

Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's
up?) (Repeat 4x)

Aw shit, another brother hit
This time it's Tone, life is a fucking bitch
It really hurts when the shit hits home
Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone
Telling me my man caught eight to the chest
Nah, this couldn't be, Tone always wore a vest
But that's the way the story goes
Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows?
Man I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death
Charlie's in jail and I'm the only brother left
It's time to get strong, forget about the sorrow
But like Ike said, no one is promised tomorrow
Fuck the bullshitting, it's time to get cash
Don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash

Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's
up?) (Repeat 4x)

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
Not all the loot in the world could make me take a dive
Fucking mad bitches on the first date
Straight to the telly, hit the skins, I gotta skate
See, I got no time for a stunt
Because a 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants
Yeah, so dough keeps collecting PC
Knocking out punks with my man Diamond D
Cause everybody knows I'm the man
And if you fuck with me, then shit'll hit the fan
I took mad flicks since '76
Robbing every other brother for their motherfucking kicks
I once heard a kid say he's his brother's keeper
His brother turned around and bust him with a street sweeper
Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash

fat joe05. c2g

fat joe - c2g

Its the illness going on
Yo Shatek hit me
Y-Young
Youngn' Restless
Joe Crack
Strong Armin', T.S
Patterson, B-X
Hold UP!

[Chorus]
Boy, look what you done started now
Ain't no stopping this or calming it down
Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound
Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave
Man, look what you done started now
Ain't no stopping this or calming it down
Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound
Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave

[Verse 1]
Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred
Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient
Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him
Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation
Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging
Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin'
Can't see another brother succeed
So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed
But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man
That's why I'm scarred up on both hands
And 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 full of rage
And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?)
Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage
And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Dog I came here to prove your wackness
Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards
This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic
Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet
Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission
I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind
Stop your facing, shank you with knives
You're missing a born soldier, operation declined
I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine
A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind
Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues
Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather
I learned to survive through the hatred and lies
That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise
And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
B-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up, you need to fear us
One false move and get paw-pierced up
Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club
Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood
You wish us to hell 'cause we too real
Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal
Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all
I'm too big too strong for y'all
And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun
Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake
Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides
Crack is king, man the city is mine
And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+
Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high
Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker)

[Chorus]

fat joe06. i want you

fat joe - i want you

I want you

Featuring Fat Joe

Fatjoe: TS

Thalía: Hey baby

Fatjoe: Yeah

Thalía: No one else can ever

Fatjoe: You want me to track the dawn Thalía, ahh

TM, You're just another winner

Woo, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, hey Rodney

Terror, come on, its goind down baby

What did I

Do to deserve such a man so special in my life?

So many days and nights

I get on the go while I sit and wait for mister right

Baby, then came you

Laidback with your sexy smile

When you move your body you just drive me wild

If you?re feeling me, baby, tell me now

Because I want you, I want you

Baby, no one else can ever want you like I do

I?m feelin? love in the deepest fall, give you the keys and all

You even when helped me when the beef was on

Tell me what you feel ?cause I?m feeling something real

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Can?t you see

How this love affair would be good for you and me?

?Cause baby, I swear no other man can do

The things that you do when you love me

Oh, baby, you?re my lifetime fantasy

So smooth, love the way you walk

I just love to hear when you talk your talk

So if you?re feeling me, baby, let me know

Because I want you, I want you

Baby, no one else can ever want you like I do

I?m feelin? love in the deepest fall, give you the keys and all

You even when helped me when the beef was on

Tell me what you feel ?cause I?m feeling something real

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Slow down, love

Don?t you see me with my girl, what you thinkin? it was?

I know you?re used to seein? me in the clubs

Different chicks, sippin? Cris?, just a million in dubs

But I?ve changed, only got eyes for her

Believe me, ain?t no girl dividin? us

We could maybe elope, have a baby and all

?Cause I don?t wanna be a player no more

Baby, no one else can ever want you like I do

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Tell me what you feel ?cause I?m feeling something real

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Baby, no one else can ever want you like I do

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Tell me what you feel ?cause I?m feeling something real

I feel the same way, you make the Don say

Girl, I want you, girl, I need you

Baby...baby...baby...baby...

fat joe07. all the way up

fat joe - all the way up

[Hook: Infared]
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Bridge: French Montana]
Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12 V's
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
I'm all the way up
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook: Infared]
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
For my niggas with Bentley coupes and Rolexes
Kicked the bitch out the room and gave her no breakfast
Had to stash the jewels, these bitches so reckless
Keep my hoes on cruise, I'm talkin' naughty nothings
Shorty uptown showin' off her new things
Couldn't take it all so I gave her un chin
She call me top shotta, yeah I keep a few tings
Champion sound, yeah I got a few rings
And I'm all the way up
And you can stay up
And if you ask anybody where I live
They'll point to the hills and say
Go all the way up
Go all the way up

[Hook: Infared]
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
Just left the big house to a bigger house
Ain't have a girlfriend but the bitch is out
Chanel croc bag, shit ain't even out
With the gold chains, Himalayan, Birkin cocaine
Lit it up, Pac shit, I hit 'em up
I'm talkin' color money, purple yen and blue dirham
I got brown lira, I ain't talkin' 'bout Ross bitch
I'm that nigga on Viagra dick
That means I'm all the way up
And you can stay up
P. O. s say I can't get high
Hopped in the helicopter Uber and said
Go all the way up
Go all the way up

[Hook: Infared]
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Bridge: French Montana Fat Joe]
Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12v
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
I'm all the way up
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook: Infared]
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

fat joe08. ain t sayin nothin

fat joe - ain t sayin nothin

Fat Joe:
Baby
u could keep a secret
Calca
Cribs Mania
Hey, hey
Fresh off the runway
Pair white nikes
Phantom top drop
on that I nine five
Pink see suckers who but
I on my way to party a corut NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you
That them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin
like america's top model
She says your earing look at
That thing that's even bigger
Than the rock on my ring
Now she gotta man
who plays for the hawks
I'm like cum on ma
you know me run New York
Jays in the background put u to bed
Says she got brains
so I'm looking ahead
And I'm looking for bread
I gotta eat on these streets shyt
17.5 bout to holla at Jeezy
I'm a real Nigga
Real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

Chorus: (J.Holiday)
Baby I won't tell
If you don't want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
L do anything for ya
(Girl anything for you)
Baby I won't tell
I never do bad to you
Cause Baby you got it
And you got me
I gotta thing for ya

[Fat Joe:]
A material girl
In a material world
Venus, Serina
Ma cereal girls
What you know
about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before
The DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the birdman
When them doors ajar
Ghost ride the whip like
I'm from Oakland ya'll
It's the crack man
And he ain't got a shot the don
The wrist is jacob earing chopard
Went to chows for chows out
Know it's da same thing
Bills so high
They throwing the champagne
I'm a real nigga real
Niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

[Chorus]

Millionare frames perrier rocks
Every day a different chain
Nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy that fly
Like me to get ya right laid pipe
All night like me
Call u fruity pebbles
Cause you got so many spy bags purple ones
Yellow ones, sky blue the white bag
Hermes shyt wherver you lay your eyes at
Red card black card I could buy that
Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
Christian, Louis Vuitton the bluest charm
I'm a real nigga real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

fat joe09. all i need

fat joe - all i need

[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha

[Tony Sunshine]
La la la la la
Oooooh

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
I don't care about nothing else my baby (Baby I don't care)
All I care is bout being here for you (Oooh)
And I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare)
Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby)

[Talking: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out with the guys
Every time I speak to you you got something to say
According to you I'ma speed crushing all day
All I'm askin you for is to be more trusting
I'm outta town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you feel alone cuz I'm not at home
That's why every few hours I pick up the phone
To reassure you my love is more then a scene
I adore you my wife my Colombian queen
I promise to never stray I'm on it everyday
To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Armageddon]
Yea how I'm supposed to start this
First and first you my queen goddess
My moon my earth the wisdom to a nigga's knowledge
I swear to god it amazes me how you stay in college
And still manage to raise my baby boy when I'm gone and
Touring making dollars assuming that I love you or regardless
I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now that's
Something to hold you down till a nigga come back
Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves
More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word
And I don't care about nothing else except my girl (my girl)
Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl)
You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on
And face life even when it seems all holes gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that

[Chorus]

[Talking: Fat Joe]
Haha
This is going out to you, you and you and you

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies out there if you love your man
You need to hold your man embrace your man
And just grab his hand repeat after me
I promise to stay true and give you all of me
Whether he's locked down or on the grind
Or whether is out of work or at work on time
You need to trust that man and respect that man
And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and

[Tony Sunshine]
Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times who will always...
always be my girl

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

fat joe10. aloha

fat joe - aloha

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the ****
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the ****
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

i'm supa dupa fly
you can call my missy's boo
pull up in the SLR
have all the mamis sick of you
all them college credits
you can throw them things away
you ain't gonna be needin a job
you ****in with jose
heyyy hello hello aloha
i go hard
i'm so fly
we so hot
they so not
them other niggas is lame
seened you on the sidelines time to put you in the game
coca be the name
parties up in diddys house
push them through the door say show em what the city about
touch a couple blocks got the dough and skate off
and just like bernie me and my baby made-off
hello

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the ****
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the ****
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

try to play me short
and imma have to fade it quick
fresh up off the porch on that koolaid and them tater chips
dont fool with lames cuz they be on that hata ish
if you gotta problem wit me go ahead say that shish
i'm scuba divin in jamaica trick
put the mic down i'm on now don't needa bake a shish
or you can find me on the charts
or up in st. broads racin european cars
speedin pass the law hit my baby mama raw
and she my baby mama cuz them other chickens flaw
ooh now baby gurl i'm watcha call
a supa dupa pimp there's pimpin when i'm involved hello

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the ****
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the ****
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

now tell me why these hatas wanna see the end of joe
honestly i'm runnin outta ways to spend my dough
i'm burnin down the stores
i'm such a shopaholic
what you know it ain't trickin if you really got it
louis scarfs, louis frames, louis chucks
louis boxers, got all the louis she wants yeeeahhh
and you aint got nothin for us
millions from tourin and the crib ain't gotta mortgage
yes i'm the rain man
must i remind you
throw it in the air
watch her spread it like the swine flu
haha they say joey on some other ****
and if that bitch start actin up
i go and grab my other bitch

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the ****
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the ****
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

fat joe11. another round

fat joe12. another wild nigga from the bronx

fat joe - another wild nigga from the bronx

Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is

T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house

[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!

[Gizmo]
I'm from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle
up
I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care
Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare
from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown
Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around
Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap
Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax
Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a
sucker
Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun
Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
(Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Keith Keith]
Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly
People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known
Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that
and flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man
I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka
I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
(King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[King Sun]
Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies
but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills
Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills
Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm loungin with Tone and Corey
on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk
cause I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan
I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy you're sloppy, see Joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun
Rollin over niggaz like a truck
I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblefuck
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol
I get you open on the freestyle tip
Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah
I'm Puerto Rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress
Hill

fat joe13. bad bad man

fat joe - bad bad man

Yeah.. now in ninety-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 got skills, aiyyo word life
Suckers is scared, because they know I live trife
As I troop down the streets of a ghetto
Skins are jockin, and always screamin hello
But I keep drivin in my jet black Beamer
I'm not a daydreamer, but I'm known as a scheamer
I'm dead-ass, when it comes to this
And if you fuck around, your moms'll reminisce
Thinkin of the good times she spent with her son
Somebody shoulda told you that I wasn't the one
Yes I'm known to get nuff respect
and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death
Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man

Niggaz know the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched 2X)

Check it
All the old folks, hate my guts
Cause I be hittin all they daughters and they big fat butts
Cause I'm the papichulo when it comes to rap
and if you fuck with me, then you leave handicapped
I don't give a fuck, don't care who you are
I gotta say peace to my peeps GangStarr
Some real motherfuckers from around the hood
When I chills with them, we be up to no good
Hittin skins, makin ends
Loungin with my friends in my fat BM
Whether Uptown in the Boogie Down
Or checkin out stunts in the Polo Ground
See just like Mel, I'm internationally known
And I'm mob related, like Al Capone, check it
Too hot to handle, blow you like a candle
You never catch Joe in the middle of a scandal
Now in ninety-three it's time to take the stand
And you know how I'm livin, I'm a bad, bad, man!

Everybody knows the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched 2X)

One day I was chillin, caught a buckshot
The nigga was butt, so then he gets no props
Word spread fast around town
I was layin six feet deep underground, check it
Niggaz wished the worst, but spoke too fast
Cause here I am and I'm ready to blast *gunshot*
The cops must have missed, takin me for a bitch
Because they tried to gas me, and make me turn snitch
But I'm not the one for peace
So I turned around and said, "Fuck the police!"
I'm the type to handle this on my own
Pack two joints and pass one to Tone
There's no shame in my game, I do what I gotta do
See I'm rollin with a crazy live crew
Now in ninety-three it's time to take a stand
And you know how I'm livin I'ma bad, bad, man!

Yeah! Niggaz know the flav
"I'm a bad, bad, man!" (cut and scratched)
Nuff respect to my man Jazzy J
Diamond D, Showbiz and A.G., and I'm out
Word

fat joe14. be easy

fat joe15. beat novacane

fat joe - beat novacane

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off
by the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chillll, that's that '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin
And that's the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers that died
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

Playlist Fat Joe

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Playlist Fat Joe

MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS

fat joe - what s luv

fat joe - 300 brolic

fat joe - the profit

fat joe - i got this in a smash

fat joe - c2g

fat joe - i want you

fat joe - all the way up

fat joe - ain t sayin nothin

fat joe - all i need

fat joe - aloha

fat joe - another round

fat joe - another wild nigga from the bronx

fat joe - bad bad man

fat joe - be easy

fat joe - beat novacane

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