BET won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice
m a get it for life Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah) I'm a get it for life (Get it for life) Get
not music I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it Bring ?em to
Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends Violator Records, now
think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow? What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe Fo' cats on the same track got dough
it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it,
Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling Like, like he gave it a bag of dugy or a bag of that Tango and Cash It's just leaning
fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it
an umbrella I make it rain, (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes make it rain,(I make It rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain
my pants we too deep look at my clan polo clothes look at my brand dro i came here to look at ya'll dance they say i make it rain so im kickin out
do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper, Big ballin' (?) make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us Can't take it when they see the money makers, We make a
all the neighbors Time to make amends Whiskey floods the table Good friends 'til the end And they're making silly faces and it's tasting bitter sweet
I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong shoot out before I make it some split a nigga fuckin dome got shit to make your whole hood battle yall
I tear it out They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yeah, it's
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest motherfuckers In this whole rap game Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know You look, I look, you invite it
in the rain thomas: (southside stand up) yo yo size 12 Converse throught the back door and a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe
it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cause I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good
his shelter With his friends Joe and Walter Now those days so far away An empty swing where he once played Now he's gone so fat and bald He never thought