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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 when I by
See if I be givin a
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass
Ha ha, shit a nigga just off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I to have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest y'all
A too fat, so I couldn't play ball
So I hit the strip, flippin that raw
My pants would sag, now they me Crack
Used to graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Montana we was bangin them hammers
before New York niggaz, ever wore
Got so much money, a nigga abuse it
Then I left the streets alone for the love of the

[Chorus:
You know I dreamed that I could be perfect
Cause that's the 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 left Pun in 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 never met Jose?
'Ve was a great DJ
Now he Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
What if I have told Khaled to stop buggin me?
probably never be President of that company
Shit you probably woulda never heard the
I gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit
Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess
I made the nigga cocksuckers!

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

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