da game (x4) And Mami you already know, we spendin' dough, And you gonna be the baddest thing on the road Let me put ya in da game (Fat Joe) She says
see your trunk Let me put you in the game (Let me put you in the game) Let me put you in the game (Let me put you in the game) And mammy you already
your trunk Let me put you in the game (Let me put you in the game) Let me put you in the game (Let me put you in the game) And mammy you already know
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
got to, put the squad on ya bak did the impossible Its only logical i spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for joe 2 guard that BROWNNN PAPER
: [feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled &
in your bitch ear, she all in the bag Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth Easy
shootin' like she wanted a payment Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin' [Ghostface Killah:] Yo it's all entertainment Where y'all girls at? Where ya
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
my thang (Aye...) When they play a new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy and watch the dope boys go crazy! you pop ya collar then you swing ya chain for
t tell ya, then how would you know? Positive K's not your ordinary Joe I slay the dragon to freak the evil king Scoop the princess, put her under my wing
don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that You ain't never been about all that... fall back [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] Niggaz must want Joey to lean
golf and put a hole in one I dont carry guns but my dawg's holdin' one Ya'll boys flip bricks, These boys flip tons One time Fat Joe, Rest In Peace
my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don
all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your fourty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts
ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat
(Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey