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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 a fuck
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm it pour
I 'member when I used to 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 would sag, now they callin me Crack
to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone we was bangin them hammers
before New York niggaz, ever wore
Got so much money, a nigga would it
I left the streets alone for the love of the music

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

Joe]
Yeah, yo
They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the
I say I could have left Pun in front of that store
Could have left Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day nigga get killed
They say what's without Dre?
I say shit, if them niggaz never met Jose?
Hell 'Ve was a DJ
Now he Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
What if I would have Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd probably never be President of that
Shit you probably never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove
Scott Storch is the best, kept sleepin on him
he's a white 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 niggaz just it
Went to my old school, 'em some 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 to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me ain't hot
Sade, Vandross
Stephanie Mills, El
I used to at them like Gods
Now tell me why a 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 just like
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 Mother's Day I'm performin for mother
and your girl... can't be with my family man
You know Be careful what you wish for
Joe here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER
9 to 5 man you get to go and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!