, wish you'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps, I roll in Benzes and Lacs Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props I hang out
cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby You could tell the tracks was fat from the
Aww hell, nah nigga We ain't doin' no freestyles Don't even know how to do that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin
like hello hello but I never could salute them young money I do it for the yout dem! [Diddy] Hello, Good morning lets go, lets ride, Hello, Good morning Hello
A.G.] Now this goes for those who thought I fell But it's more to tell, cause them suckers are sort of jel Cause the Giant finally got his props We can
Yeah, now in ninety-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far
the uh garage We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers That we can get uh, uh Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'
The Beatles is here, givin' me props and I'm half-naked in the car with my boots on Tanned it out, passin' the hunnies, gettin' my woof on Think I won't fuck a fat
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
ass crew Cross over corporate take down take two Huh you running out of time now you all mine now lights out You fat muthafucker watch me shine now You fat
-baked, you never get a buck when you act E-l dash, p is servin ----- we smash Be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg I say fuck you, it's easy,
battle me, give me a beat Q.... [GR8 Scott] You ain't nothin' kid, you a ugly muthafucka, say your shit kid.... [Swel Boogie] Come on super belly, fat
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enuff props
I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked
when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my shit When it comes to props I
the box Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell
bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You can't understand where my head's at While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat And not flat
