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[Fat
Coca!

BX, T.S. I die muh'fuckersssss
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 a fuck
My on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm it pour
I 'member when I to have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest y'all
A nigga too fat, so I play ball
So I hit the strip, flippin that 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 York niggaz, ever wore
Got so much money, a nigga abuse it
Then I left the alone for the love of the music

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

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

[Fat
I was never into girls, I was just my music
Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz confuse it
Went to my old school, 'em some computers
And the niggaz in the hood be sayin I don't do shit
Bein they got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a
I bought my little daughter an equestrian
Now ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Stephanie Mills, El
I used to look at like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga go hard?
Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me
It's been sweet 16, still haters can't stop me
In man I'm just like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep shopping

[Fat Joe - Chorus]
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the
Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for mother
and girl... can't even be with my family man
You know what? Be careful what you 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 wit'cha man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa where the heat come, bitch, aowww!