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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 when I drive by
See if I be givin a
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass
Ha ha, shit a just came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to that hard
Apartment 5B, Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play
So I hit the strip, started that raw
My pants sag, now they callin me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I it my tag
Me and Tone 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 of the music

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You know I never that I could be perfect
Cause that's the only thing that I've been, ohh
And when I look on my life it's all worth 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 left Pun in front of that store
Could have left Remy Ma ass in Hill
Where every other day another get killed
say what's Cool without Dre?
I say shit, what if them niggaz never met
Hell 'Ve was a DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a
What if I have told Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd probably never be President of that
you probably woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove
Scott Storch is the best, they 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 rich cocksuckers!

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