son Bitch you bad I had this bitch named Katrina that lived in Pasadena It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her She had bold legs, ass and a big fat
down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe
back on my bullshit I'm back movin around strapped with a full clip These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk I stab a hole in your fat back with
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight (Hook [Turk]) Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway Nigga try to hit a hustle
Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was jump off i was Oxes supplier Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time
[Fat Joe] Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained
is it? [Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe
told Vivica her boyfriend like dick Lloyd Banks knew, he told me that shit I told Buck and Buck told me he ridin wit his clique So I start ridin wit Fat Joe
works miracles I hustle for mine like those pumpin cracks I got thumpin raps that'll have you niggas doin jumpin jacks I come with the fat songs, put
the future of Ras Kass lies in the skull Like the coronal suture So I write truly fat shit for the core audience But sometimes I wonder does it really exist? 'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe
so thorough We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track You had cats like How this fat
R. Kelly, T.I., Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil' Wayne,..) Whoo! Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light... [Fat Joe:]
point like a xxxxxxx box cutter you heard what I said xxxxxxxxxxxx did I studder With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out [Fat Joe
fuckin box cutter U heard wat i said muthfucka did i studder Wit my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle im out [Fat Joe] Coka baby man
(feat. Birdman & Fat Joe) [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado straight out the grotto I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow Little nigga but see
cuz I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah Hov" Talk that shit The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Whattup
musta told Vivica her boyfriend like dick Lloyd Banks knew, he told me that shit I told Buck and Buck told me he ridin wit his clique So I start ridin wit Fat Joe