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Übersetzung: Fat Joe. Fat Joes Way.
game and you know what go cop! 50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that... Ha! DJ Whoo Kid! Fat Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn! FUCK FAT JOE
went platinum, Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic, Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe
cry me way, cry, cry me way" "Cry, cry, cry me way, cry, cry, cry me way, cry, cry, cry me way" "Tempelhof Rock, cry me way, cry me way" "Charlottenburg
getta And when I tell you we da best, it's no lie. We Live, it's televised And if you feel me, put your hands in the sky Let's make a oath that we never
. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat. I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street. Low key and stay quiet, that's how these chicos in Miami
straight, you so fake I'm so real, im so hood [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Yeah nigga Welcome to the crack house I should own a McDonalds The way I bring the macks
And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer It's we the best forever, amke sure you spread the rumor bitch [Fat Joe:] Good coke, hard ride stashes
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of Cause no one can do it better [Fat Joe:] Your crack girly 80s crack baby's momma paid me Maybach, fly
: (feat. Mr. Vegas, Fat Joe) [Intro]: [Mr.Vegas] (*Fat Joe) (**Fatman Scoop) Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas (*TS!) This is
didn't even look in a nigga's direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps
, didn't even look in a brother's direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the
broke niggas purple Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke When deuce-deuce hit the floor yo Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty? I'm turnin your fat
m sorry Doc, it's Jacob again, my name's J "Tell me J, who's this Jacob anyway?" I fucking want him dead, it's a voice in my head I gotta lotta voices
and I'll rain for eva Some people wear silva and some wear gold But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold It's like a fantasy it's irony
: [Young Jeezy] Guess who's bizzack (Back) Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin them O's (Cookin them O's) Like Horse shoes
