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By Fat Joe, "bronx keeps creating it.." -> krs-one {cut and scratched}
[fat joe]
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By Fat Joe, [fat joe]
Whattup juju?
Uhh, whattup beatnuts?
All them dominicans in
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By Fat Joe, Yo, this is going out to all my peeps locked
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By Fat Joe, How many emcees must get dissed?
How many motherfuckin' mics I
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, this joint right here is goin' out to everybody
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, definition of a don
It's like I gotta keep remindin'
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By Fat Joe, Aiyyo crack, these niggaz is playin' mad childish games
Niggaz act
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By Fat Joe, An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin' try an' test
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By Fat Joe, Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy
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By Fat Joe, Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen
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By Fat Joe, Let's go
"Got another hit, of fresh air"
"Oh, got another hit"
Platinum
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By Fat Joe, It's so depressin', uh
Be the realest shit I ever wrote
(Money
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!
Shout to my homies out west
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By Fat Joe, Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit y'all
Breakin'
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By Fat Joe, Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit y'all
Breakin'
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By Fat Joe, Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don,
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By Fat Joe, {Na-na-na-na-na}
Who you gonna trust, yeah
{Whoa }
You could trust me, ha-ha-ha
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, it's time, baby
It's time to speak the truth, maturity
Niggas
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By Fat Joe, Excuse me, while I sing to you
I'm bein' real and
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By Fat Joe, Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin'
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By Fat Joe, Ollie ollie, oxen free
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light,
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, Joe crack the don, Ton' Sunshine, terror
Terror squad, it's
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, uh, yeah, loyalty
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you
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By Fat Joe, Cool an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad, motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at
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By Fat Joe, Cool it Dre, oh God
Yeah, got that gangsta, gangsta, gully,
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By Fat Joe, Slow motion, baby
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All
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By Fat Joe, Whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin'
(Hi neighbor)
Niggas walkin'
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By Fat Joe, Yeah, uh
You know what this is
The fat gangsta
Maybe it's the
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By Fat Joe, Hey, we back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad
Boy
