You flow cold but Joe flow sicka Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger Joe?s got it, supreme team show These are the niggaz you compare to Joe,
Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahahaha All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin Uhh Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah [Fat Joe
And I say right about now New York City. They say is life and death, there's no future fronting. I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming Coka, Joe
up And to my people from Manhattan, get on up To my people from the Bronx, get on up To my people from Cali, to my people from Texas To my people from Atlanta, to my
' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear Five sixty, only the Squad ride with me Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Daddy It's my city, and
My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me, honestly you can't fuck wit' me It's my life, my money, my world My girls, let's electrify
] Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti You got my fire burnin.. Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti You got my fire burnin.. [Fat Joe] Uhh
who the fuck I am Yet bitches like you's his friend goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy
know who the fuck I am Yet bitches like you's his friend Goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe? I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover Get money, my
sniff it off the tip of yo joe I got a bitch who on welfare a bitch who on ex A bitch who like to lye I met her threw lex I got 32 fat bitches 18 sluts
on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me
New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart
over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Fat Joe] Cribs Mania Khaled! BX, TS nigga [Khaled] Listennn! [Fat Joe] Blat, when
All the gold and silver are being stolen away Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth
the gold and silver are being stolen away Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth Street
Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B I camouflage like G.I. Fat like Joe, a