Fat Joe lyrics
Fat Joe lyrics
"Take A Look At My Life lyrics"
I Shoulda Listened lyrics
huh huh I had to do somethin like dis ya know huh I shoulda listened I shoulda listened [Lil' Flip - Verse 1] I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet I shoulda listened, when you said boy make goo
huh huh I had to do somethin like dis ya know huh I shoulda listened I shoulda listened [Lil' Flip - Verse 1] I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet I shoulda listened, when you said boy make goo
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
[Fat Joe]
I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I to
I Ain't Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore lyrics
(Pam Sawyer - Lori Burton) (Yeah) I admit you got the biggest brown eyes And you know how to part your lips to tantalize, sure (Yeah) You can get any man you want goin' and you do it And don't say you don't know you do Chorus: Well, baby, I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore So quit it Bridge: I love you, I love you, I do, little girl But you ain't
ld y'all(Pam Sawyer - Lori Burton) (Yeah) I admit you got the biggest brown eyes And you know how to part your lips to tantalize, sure (Yeah) You can get any man you want goin' and you do it And don't say you don't know you do Chorus: Well, baby, I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore So quit it Bridge: I love you, I love you, I do, little girl But you ain't
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game back
Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya
Morning Life lyrics
A new day has begun And taken us now Morning life is here Turn outside and sound But you feel Nothing is real You're flesh and bone But nothing is real Today This could be the only day Can't let this moment get away Cause this could be the only way So call on me Call on me Tempers of the world Dragging you down The chemistry of life The touc
eed CrackA new day has begun And taken us now Morning life is here Turn outside and sound But you feel Nothing is real You're flesh and bone But nothing is real Today This could be the only day Can't let this moment get away Cause this could be the only way So call on me Call on me Tempers of the world Dragging you down The chemistry of life The touc
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
[Fat Joe]
First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
My Lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
Oh no he ain't come back like that
Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
It's the thirteenth al spinna
Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
Me and Diddy skippin out on bills
Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out, just swoonin the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
You see u
Love Her Madly lyrics
I love her madly, all the little things she'd say I want her badly, though there's someone in my way Well, I don't really know her But I'd like just to show her I lost her lately, panic when she's not around She hesitating, kicks me when I'm on the ground Well, I don't really know her (she says I don't know her) But I'd like just to show her I don't need to know everything that's on your mind I wi
s back to back in 'em snow white trucksI love her madly, all the little things she'd say I want her badly, though there's someone in my way Well, I don't really know her But I'd like just to show her I lost her lately, panic when she's not around She hesitating, kicks me when I'm on the ground Well, I don't really know her (she says I don't know her) But I'd like just to show her I don't need to know everything that's on your mind I wi
Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of you
motherfuckers
Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me