Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes
After every single show, you know (know)
One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front
Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves, cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
yours
without
tryin
stickin
stage
while
three
single
showbiz
rockin
records
props
sometimes
peeps
uptown
talkin
styles
party
ninety
niggaz
nicer
style
nevertheless
never
verse
neglect
money
makin
would
least
knows
livin
chris
about
versatile
choose
cause
always
check
caught
chill
brooklyn
boogie
finesse
color
blues
around
front
believe
becuase
crack
second
better
after
bigger
kickin
bacardi
could
thinkin
freak
tellin
brothers
diamond
wanna
played
ducts
scene
peace
disrespect
dough
drunk
chillin
because
every
rhyme
microphone
everybody
rappers
layin
favorite
freakin
funky
whole
bronx
gimme
gizmo
sayin
moves
gonna
gotta
skills
green
guess
house
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