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Ninety-three time man
(All out yo, youknowhatI'msayin')

A Grand Puba, D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the
Puba,Diamond D
Fat Joe, time to get the dough

bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the fucker
Beat you down to the ground, stomp face with my Chucker

So niggaz back up, yo, set it
Fuckin' with me, you won't live to it
I don't moves, I break peeps
I'm takin' niggaz gold chains, cash and the Jeeps

See, I don't give a about a niggaz rep
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec,
I heard a wants to turn snitch
I cut the niggaz head off and it to his fuckin' bitch

I ain't lettin' a nigga take the
Play Sammy the Bull, be one man
See suckers can't hang with the
And if they bring the whole
Well, then they'll all a bang-bang

I from the Bronx and not the Boogie down
don't ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody my pedigree
There ain't another motherfuckers that's than me

I could make em pump, I could 'em jump
But I'm mostly known for givin' niggaz lumps
So niggaz better chill and
I'm blowin' out the frame

And if a nigga try to
Fuck around and a motherfuckin' suplex
I'm a like a shower
Don't test the Rican power

Fat Joe in the year of
to Grand Pu' and my man Diamond D
So jump up to get beat down
Yeah, but for now watch the

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Check it, yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin'
Niggaz the game
It's time to blow the bitch-ass out the frame
Guess who comes to

If you don't know, well, here's a hint
the God and I still bag chicks
Make the girls feel hot, be like a with the bag of dicks
So on cause I'm comin' for the basket

Say goodbye to your friends and start for the casket
So Doogie make the daquiris and the chocolate
That you got Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
squeeze a trigger for the nigga

See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm with the Hilfiger
'Cause I the flavor-loo
It's for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this
No matter the fuck you do
I smash ass like a block of hash
I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass

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Niggaz the flav, I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then as kept
Yeah, guard your if you try to catch wreck
Smack the back of your neck,and your Youth Core check

I make dough than Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist, I keep my in check
I a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, like Karen Wheeler

So back up and a good look because you should look
At what a good cook, can do a fuckin' cookbook
I don't coke and I don't smoke coolies
Even say I'm one cool moolie

But niggaz call me
I'm to stick a chick, 'cause I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the
You budge me nigga, even the best tried
To a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one?

He got his ass done
So step up, front, I'm not a chump
by the clicks, 'cause my pockets got the mumps
See, I'm the nigga to fuck with
Don't try to play yourself, 'cause you'll be stuck

A motherfuckin' ice pick through the cheek
I'm crab niggaz, layin' in the street
I won't 'fess, walk with a vest
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I could less

You want a one, forget it
And girlfriend, yo, I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you ain't
I pull your 'cause you're soft like fluff kid
I never did a bid
I punch a nigga down a Row named

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