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FAT JOE lyrics


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[Featuring Big Punisher Raekwon The Chef] Chorus Raekwon We get knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner.... Raekwon- Yo, control this rap like Napoleon Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin' 929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense Time to pull again, release the shell,well Make 'em yell again, so sleek But I'm a be maxin' in suites Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps Hittin' your chick in Jeeps Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me? You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free What?, you got heat, you better pop those We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes That rock those, much land discoveries Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me So dissin' me, come on now listen G, You's a dime I'm a key Thun, thun straight out of Sicily Now, back to the stash crib Joey Crack baggin' up cracks One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid! chorus Fat Joe- Word, I'll be the infamous Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest Run up in your crib, blast your kids Ain't no myth in this, shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith Wesson Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven Gives me an erection You need protection from the smooth assassin Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas Execution fashion Now who's the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll wack you with my snub 38 It doesn't take much to make me restless Look at my face and definite lose your breath truck my face is Lexus You want to test this, so really?, I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry I'm very dangerous and well-connected I puff an L with Method, then try to Decide who's next to fill his neck slit So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios! chorus Punisher- You guys despise guys like us Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus You cuss and claim a bust You lust for a part of us, you thrust But can't touch Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust Put the pressure on the mic, I biz Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back We're having sex, tight-ass flex Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates Done as well as you pronunciate In the (west)?,we're gonna break you off the isle Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender chorus Fat Joe- Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin' Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons Divisin' ideas with masterminders Movin' on a stash of diamonds First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others You's the best, yet, and still I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test The real scandalous I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches.... Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond

It's Going Down

Celly Cel
featuring B Legit E 40 Kerry Mack 10 Rappin 4 Tay Celly Cel At least 360 degrees And slidin' to the function Yelling 'Bump Something' Mane'gtoi Need about three with me in this spot Mixing up my driz a While they stizz up on that row but See I'm a ridah When I flash it Ain't nowhere to hide ya I'm right besides ya 'Bout to let these thangs all up inside ya It ain't no system tryin' to knock a playa But the way he lounge Even the haters in your town sing It's Going Down Rappin 4 Tay Up in the spot Fool got popped Killed a cop Jumped in a drop That was the life He lived But now it's holded Imagine your Don posted on America's Most Wanted They flowned it And locked him up for conniving Whether the strong surviving Or getting pimped by the system I still be 4 1 5 ing it down to the V With that fool Celly C E L L Shakin' it, breakin' it, movin' it With this clientele With this underground It's Going Down Celly Cel Kerry Chorus 2x: Ride with your foes (it's going down) Sideways in a cloud of smoke (it's going down) Bumping 'til your amps blown out (It's going down) 'Cuz you know it's going down for sure Tonight it goes down E-40: Uh, I'd like to, uh, dig you When I dug Biatches ask 'How deep is your love?' Grew up on deck Who put dem hickeys on your neck? Ugh, how many babies did you make Off that Keith Sweat? Don't even trip It's all labexibiali 50 Hit the clubs and that bag gem them Biatches ready Up on release 'Fore they use a cow piece You hardly war Makin', drinkin', shootin' me out It's Going Down B-Legit: I ride the Benzo Bill Clinton, Presidential Out the window Never been, though Type that get the party clown truckin' So they can hear me I keep 'em leery With twamps on the S Series And Cruise Control Gonna take 'em where them Hoochies roll If for some ho Them hoochies down in Celly, so So, when you see me double-parked Flashing hazard lights You get it right 'Cuz, man, It's Going Down Tonight Chorus: Mack 10: West Side! You know who he be who bangin' It's that killer Mack 10 Inglewood swingin' They connect gangin' And ya know that's how it go Although it ain't gonna be easy But believe me, Dogg It's gonna be off the heezy For cheesy And if it ain't her I laugh it off like a joke And I grab my AK 'Cuz I spray up anybody For my folks in the Bay On real, homeboy I'm a killer I leave their shirts soakin' No jokin' So if it's Going Down Tonight I be on the first thing smokin' So holler at me Celly Cel: It's Going Down so majorly My pager battery Stay on low cells While I'm trying to get some more mail Dodgin' hot ones Makin' liquor store runs Creepin' through the city streets Pervin' in the Mo 1 Can't get wrapped up in that He said she said What was said already did Runnin' your mouth will get you filled with lead So I stay real Soakin' that game outta the hills Ridin' with that Mazda sound Now you know It's Going Down Chorus to fade: Send

Livin' The Life

THE LOX "Money, Power Respect"
(Puff talking) Yeah, the game of life In this game it's not whether you win or lose But how you played the game Come on (Stylez) Everything involves The Lox Ask the niggas with the money in the safe And the cats on cell blocks Car parked in the lot Door is locked And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot I announce the bounce Smooth like an ounce Blow more ways than one Y'all niggas count One Mississippi - you can't get with me Two Mississippi - you never gon' hit me Three Mississippi - can't no bitch trick me Four Mississippi - won't no dog sick me Five Mississippi - we in Mississippi Twenty deep in the block Real niggas rock with me Blazing, reving in the black 9-11 Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin Living dead Hoes giving head to the Feds Catch him with the calico Light him up in bed Chorus x2 (Stylez) Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two-way street be large or small Livin' the life, either you die or ball It's a two-way street be rich or poor (Sheek) My niggas order parts for cars like motherfuckin' pizza For years While you get all yours from Sears What!? Nigga even my guns be Ger-man Links, Cu-ban Rugs, Persian Now we can take this another level Pa-Pa And simply bust your pinata you hot-sa Lox take blocks Turn 'em into Fort Knox Cake wasn't blowin' here Till we started going there What!? I ain't hateing you cause you's a little richer But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker When bitch drunk I'm bent up I bounce with the land blow (?) Pump the missile Black berry molassi Flossin' with the bad mama sita My chi-ca Be ten cent Job with the government Tap the Fed line So when they raid I'll be lovin' it Chorus x2 (Jadakiss) I swear under oath no bullshit will any Lock take Cause we stop drama like anti-lock brakes High stakes Politic, pies and cakes Real niggas do dirt, tell lies, then skate What up son? What you bullshittin' bout now huh? Where we from? Don't matter cause we gettin' it done Land Rover, double sun roof Bulletproof Tangaray and grapefruit Got me hurlin' on my boots Man please Spit it out, twist the trees 5-40 I fly when I'm dissin' the d's Deep Dish P. Sip Dom P. with ease First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze Ain't about that Trying to do without that Makin' niggas fuck up their budget Time to get their paper route back L-O-X three letter word, black mall With every last member of the team on the job Whether ir be controllin' the street Holdin' the heat Really don't matter to me Long as we eat Chorus x2


E-40 "Tha Hall Of Game"
[E-40] Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm () one left with yo-yo Seven houses down, black street, dark () folk don't matter tho' I don't know who to trust, what to look fo' How many niggaz wanna kill me I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine if that's the homey, or the enemy Ol' shady-ass, no build for that Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin and I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it Nigga, you betta be real about this shit If you in it you in it don't be no punk Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggaz don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK [T-Pup] Two brothers goin sack for sack in the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle Strippin the fuck up out of some willow Poppin ecstasy like Skittles It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it What goes around comes around tryin to steal this () Brady hostess Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious No mercy on haters or no bitches Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances so we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances Chorus: various singers together Takin all these CHANCES You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES Penitentiary CHANCES You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X) I said the world is full of crack babies I remember when the world went crazy Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that and rolled out like it didn't even fade me [Yukmouth] Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid Come with the newest shit I come through with Bitch don't you hear the music (Don't you hear the music Too sexy for my shirt) Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl [Numskull] Damn, ()cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen Eager to be the nigga just for cappin Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+ when it comes to the +Superfly+ Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside Is it ridicule or stardom Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+ (Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit Bit the cork off the Cristal I'm drunk so let me chill for a while Chorus Chorus Two [Celly Cel] Aww yeah yeah now niggaz know Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound to touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz and killin 'em off with sex Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers on your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggaz Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters () take a long time business to get paid to get rid of you cheater Chatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances) Man you can't fuck with these circumstances [E-40] And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters Tryin to throw yo' weight around, like you gon', uhh, take over a spot Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays be off that water and hot Chorus Chorus Two

What's Going On

Jungle Brothers "Straight Out The Jungle"
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it's time to chill You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you Because your so-called friend rattled on you You're in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen, but what does it mean? You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye) What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on the street tryin' to play the game Formally an in-mate straight from upstate Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and he's got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my favourite subject I used to flip through the pages and get upset Seein' little of black and too much of the other (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother Read this, read that, answer question 3 But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots She said, Don't play with guns and play with knives And most of all, don't play with other people's wives When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind 'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine Put your head up high and your feet on the ground You don't have to be like everybody else to be down Stay in school G: Don't be no fool A: Don't lose your temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends A: The other day my father said, Son, God bless your soul Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold I said, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean? He said, G: You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard So each and every day I pray to God I say, Now I lay me down to sleep G: I give the Lord my soul to keep A: If I should die before I wake G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another morn G: I'd like to know what's goin' on Chorus 2: What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

I Shall Be Free

BOB DYLAN "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan"
Well, I took me a woman late last night I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right 'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook She took off her wig, said, 'How do I look' I's high flyin', bare naked ...Out the window. Well, sometimes I might get drunk Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side (She's a tryin' a hide pretendin' She don't know me). I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed When a can a black paint it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub (Cost a quarter Half price). Well, my telephone rang it would not stop It's President Kennedy callin' me up He said, 'My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow' I said, 'My friend, John, 'Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg Sophia Loren' Country'll grow. Well, I got a woman five feet short She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts She tickles my nose pats me on the head Blows me over and kicks me out of bed (She's a man eater Meat grinder Bad looser). Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time I got a woman who works herself blind Works up to her britches, up to her neck Write me letters and sends me checks (She's a humdinger Folk singer). Late one day in the middle of the week Eyes were closed I was half asleep I chased me a woman up the hill Right in the middle of an air drill (I jumped a fallout shelter I jumped the string bean I jumped the TV dinner I jumped the shot gun). Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people (He's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins). Oh, set me down on a television floor I'll flip the channel to number four Out of the shower comes a football man With a bottle of oil in his hand (Greasy kid stuff What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is What do you do about Willy Mays Martin Luther King Olatunji). Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean She takes about fifteen baths a day Wants me to grow a moustache on my face (She's insane). Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time It levels my head and eases my mind I just walk along and stroll and sing I see better days and I do better things (I catch dinosaurs I make love to Elizabeth Taylor ... Catch hell from Richard Burton !).

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