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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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Fat Joe's In Town
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Rokusuke Ei, Leshan Lewis, Timothy Lewis, Hachidai Nakamura, Raphael Saadiq
Guess who's back? Yeah, The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East Who just been crowned for most hated by police The Public Enemy, rapper at large Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' niggaz cards
You know the situation, Zulu Nation Never forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation Fat Joe, a.k.a. Joey Crack Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all that
Motherfuckers know my rep, I never fronted Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but they don't want it It's the realer MC, the drug dealer MC If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC
Yeah, you can't handle the truth Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof Mad lives have been lost and forgotten Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten
Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you)
When I step in the jam all eyes are on me Sold out crowds, with curiosity Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it? Microphone gifted, unrealistic
Comin' with the bomb bass for the underground heads Flex got the most, Serge got the land spread Keepin' shit real, niggaz know the deal Just through trial and comin' down on appeal
Microphone Joe I own it, bitches wanna bone it Blowin' out the tweeters in your musical component It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so? You remember me from, 'You know ya got to flow' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
One time for your mind off the top of a dome Never leave for home without the motherfuckin' chrome Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's chillin' Peace to all the villains out of state makin' millions 'cause ah
Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you)
Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you)
From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook Never lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked Fat Joe, army fatigue and black chuckers Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckers
I'm tryin' to see cream, in the millions, retire And go play golf with Russell Simmons That's the type of mission that I'm on Aiyyo, my word is bond, I keep a army just as deep as Farra Khan
You, can't, deal with the man Who be holdin' down the fort with the gauge in his hand I know you love the way I grab the mic and spark it You hookers'll never get your hands inside my pockets
Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you)
Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you)
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
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