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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 on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member I used to have to play that hard
5B, Forrest Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I play ball
So I hit the strip, started that raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me
Used to graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them
before New York niggaz, wore bandanas
Got so money, a nigga would abuse it
Then I left the streets alone for the love of the

Cherlise]
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 it's all worth it
Because I know I know my 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 other day another get killed
They say Cool without Dre?
I say shit, if them niggaz never met Jose?
'Ve was a great DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, for a Grammy
if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd never be President of that company
you probably woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I gotta prove shit
Scott is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that hit and guess what?
I the nigga rich cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was never girls, I was just into my music
so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it
Went to my old school, 'em some computers
And the niggaz in the hood still be I don't do shit
Bein they got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, copped a and a yacht
I bought my daughter an equestrian park
Now ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Mills, El DeBarge
I used to look at them Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go
Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me
It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't me
In fact man I'm like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep 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 girl... can't even be with my family man
You know what? Be careful what you for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a
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!