Teksty:
Fat Joe Envy

Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don, uh Yeah yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's luv? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be

little beef, that's the shit I love to eat I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy Posin' like they friendly

to screw me Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now With the Taj, stay frontin' with top down See me in that new thing with my fiancee Ass so fat

It's like, how much fight I got left in me Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me But you never see Joe look weak or flow off

it? Aiyyo the gangsta's back Stop it right where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe

with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe

Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe Aiyyo

Yeah, this joint right here is goin' out to everybody gettin' money I mean the real cream All up and down the East and West coast Check it Hustlin' is

is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word, you best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe (Say word) Word