Yeah!   Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out   Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?   I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless   niggaz be tryin to front the role   When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold   at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear   Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear   I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes   After every single show, you know (know)   One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front   Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?   When I step on stage, I'm second to none   Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah   Talkin about the way I rock a party   Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi   I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene   I'm mean, my favorite color is green   I guess that's why they call it the blues   Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect   the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son   Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done   So don't fake moves, cause I never fall   That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all      I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Hey yo I'm livin Fat   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Yo I'm livin Fat   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Yo I'm livin Fat   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)      Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile   Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild   Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit   While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits   The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low   I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow   I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah   Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?   I got props, believe it or not   I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah   One of the livest niggaz in New York   Sometimes I be chillin with Son   Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that   Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too   I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew   Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack   So now you know the flav, and you know the time   Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme"   So I don't front on my peeps   Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G   So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall   That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all      I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Aiyyo I'm livin FAT   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Aiyyo I'm livin FAT   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Aiyyo I'm livin FAT   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)   Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!      Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D   Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out