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

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

bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman
Beat you to the ground, stomp your 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 chains, they cash and the Jeeps

See, I don't a fuck 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 sent it to his fuckin'

I ain't lettin' a take the stand
Play the Bull, be one dead man
See can't hang with the slang
And if they the whole gang
Well, then they'll all a bang-bang

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

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

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

Fat Joe in the of ninety-three
Peace to Pu' and my man Diamond D
So punks jump up to get beat
Yeah, but for now watch the

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it, yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin' flow
Niggaz the game
It's time to blow the niggaz out the frame
who comes to represent?

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

Say goodbye to your and start headin' for the casket
So Doogie make the and light the chocolate
That you got from Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
squeeze a trigger for the nigga

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

Watch de when I timber
Watch de sound when I
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Niggaz know the flav, I don't to take a step
I earn my then quiet as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to wreck
Smack the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core

I more dough than Gregory Peck
have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas
Living in the light, just like Wheeler

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

But niggaz me JoJo
I'm quick to stick a chick, I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the
You can't budge me nigga, the best tried
To pull a fast one, but you know happened to the last one?

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

A motherfuckin' ice pick right through the
I'm leavin' crab niggaz, layin' in the
I won't 'fess, walk around with a
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I could care

You want a one, forget it
And girlfriend, yo, I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you tough
I pull your card 'cause soft like fluff kid
I ever did a bid
I punch a down a Row named Skid

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Watch de sound when I
Watch de sound I timber
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Watch de sound when I
Watch de sound I timber
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Watch de sound I timber