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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 a fuck
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass
Ha ha, shit a nigga came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it
I 'member when I to have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't ball
So I hit the strip, started flippin raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me
Used to love graffiti, so I it my tag
Me and Montana we was bangin them hammers
before New York niggaz, ever wore
Got so much money, a nigga would it
Then I left the streets alone for the of the music

[Chorus:
You know I never that I could be perfect
Cause that's the only thing that ever been, ohh
And when I back on my life it's all worth it
Because I know I know my 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 could left Pun in front of that store
Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle
Where every other day another nigga get
They say what's without Dre?
I say shit, what if 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?
probably never be President of that company
Shit you probably woulda never heard the
I ain't gotta talk, I gotta prove shit
Scott Storch is the best, they sleepin on him
Cause a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that 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 still be sayin I don't do shit
they ain't got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami, a crib and a yacht
I bought my little an equestrian park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Stephanie Mills, El
I used to look at like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga go hard?
Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me
It's been sweet 16, still them can't stop me
In fact man I'm just Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin

[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 be with my family man
You know what? Be what you wish for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a
9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!