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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 a fuck
My on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, shit a nigga came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to play that
5B, Forrest 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 me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was them hammers
before New York niggaz, ever wore
Got so much money, a nigga abuse it
Then I left the streets for the love of the music

[Chorus:
You I never dreamed 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
They say Joe too selfish, he let us in the door
I say shit I could have left Pun in of that store
Could have Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day another nigga get
They say Cool without Dre?
I say shit, what if them never met Jose?
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 of that company
Shit you woulda never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove
Scott is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he kept for 'em
"Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?
I made the nigga cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was never into girls, I was just my music
Dropped so 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
they ain't got no love in they hearts
I just to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an park
Now she's horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Vandross
Mills, El DeBarge
I used to look at them like
Now me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?
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 keep goin

[Fat Joe - over
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the
Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm for your mother
and your girl... even 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 and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in somewhere
I'm in Africa where the come, Crack bitch, aowww!