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[Fat
Coca!

BX, T.S. 'til I die
CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, hi at the bad guy
And you can ice grill I drive by
See if I be givin a
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to play that
5B, Forrest Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play
So I hit the strip, started flippin raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me
to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was them hammers
before New niggaz, ever wore bandanas
Got so money, a nigga would abuse it
Then I left the streets alone for the love of the

[Chorus:
You know I never that I could be perfect
Cause that's the thing that I've ever been, ohh
And when I look back on my it's all worth it
I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love

[Fat
Yeah, yo
They say Joe too selfish, he let us in the door
I say I could have left Pun in front of that store
Could have left Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every day another nigga get killed
They say what's Cool without
I say shit, what if them niggaz never met
Hell 'Ve was a DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, for a Grammy
What if I would have told Khaled to buggin me?
He'd probably never be President of company
Shit you woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove
Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," that shit hit and guess what?
I the nigga rich cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was into girls, I was just into my music
Dropped so hits, still them niggaz just confuse it
Went to my old school, gave 'em computers
And the niggaz in the hood be sayin I don't do shit
Bein ain't got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a
I bought my little an equestrian park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Mills, El DeBarge
I to look at them like Gods
Now me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?
Bye {?} boricua, why you on me papi?
It's been sweet 16, them haters can't stop me
In fact man I'm like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you goin shopping

[Fat Joe - Chorus]
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the
Ha! I Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother
and your girl... can't even be my family man
You know what? Be what you wish for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a
9 to 5 man you get to go home and be kids man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa where the heat come, bitch, aowww!