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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 when I by
See if I be givin a
My on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to play hard
Apartment 5B, Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't ball
So I hit the strip, started that raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me
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 would abuse it
I left the streets alone for the love of the music

[Chorus:
You know I never dreamed that I could be
Cause that's the only that I've ever been, ohh
And when I back on my life it's all worth it
Because I know I 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 shit I have left Pun in front of that store
Could have Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day nigga get killed
They say Cool without Dre?
I say shit, what if them niggaz never met
'Ve was a great DJ
Now he Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
What if I would have told Khaled to stop me?
He'd probably never be President of that
you probably woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I gotta prove shit
Scott Storch is the best, they sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he kept for 'em
"Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?
I the nigga rich cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was into girls, I was just into my music
Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz confuse it
to my old school, gave '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 to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an park
Now ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Vandross
Stephanie Mills, El
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, still them haters 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 Day I'm performin for your mother
and girl... can't even be with my family man
You know Be careful what 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 and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa where the come, Crack bitch, aowww!