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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 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 when I used to have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects
A nigga too fat, so I play ball
So I hit the strip, started that raw
My pants would sag, now they me Crack
to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them
New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas
Got so much money, a nigga would it
Then I left the alone for the love of the music

[Chorus:
You know I dreamed that I could be perfect
Cause the only thing that I've ever been, ohh
And when I look on my life it's all worth it
Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for

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

[Fat
I was never 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 in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit
Bein ain't got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, copped a and a yacht
I my little daughter an equestrian park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me that hot
Sade, Luther
Mills, El DeBarge
I used to at them like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go
Bye {?} boricua, why you on me papi?
It's been 16, still them haters can't stop me
In fact man I'm just like
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 Mother's Day I'm performin for your
and your girl... can't even be my family man
You what? Be careful what you wish for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the 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!