I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he
on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe:] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he won't let
: (feat. DJ Khaled, T.I, Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Baby & Lil Wayne) DJ Khaled! Konvict Music We the best! We takin' over! Listen! I started in Atlanta then
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 u
, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Fat Joe] Cribs Mania Khaled! BX, TS nigga [Khaled] Listen! [Fat Joe] Blat, when you see
: (feat. Jadakiss, Ja Rule & Fat Joe) [DJ Khaled:] This is, this is, This is, this is, Im about Unity, Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida Listennn
I?mma take, I?mma take, I?mma take this one for the team one fat ass, one flat ass n-gga hit the switcheroo on my black ass ever seen Joe?s jeans on a
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:] Coka
I write truly fat shit for the core audience But sometimes I wonder does it really exist? Cuz true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin Niggas don't relate Elevate and its treated like elevator music
But we cold chillin in the Brick City So kick back, light some blunts Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass and turn the music up As we take yo' ass
kickin, yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks
: [Intro] Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today Preacher's son, yeah [
the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat
outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
