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Yes indeed
And I say New York City I play a witness That there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mic Then the late great Christopher Lee [Incomprehensible] Oh you're my enormous Big Pun Yeah, rest in peace |
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| 2. |
| 4:41 |
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[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK! Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin Touched the down, and he's down See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever [Fat Joe] Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change Blowin through your city, here comes the pain They say, the more things change, the more stay the same So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88 My momma askin - {"where did he go"} She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"} Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"} But little did they know - {"where did he go"} that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green We just, break the rules and live a life obscene I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene You couldn't even imagine what my eyes done seen But now it's - I'm a thug, I'm a killer I'm a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I'm good I'm out, I swear after this disc I will quit Pun if you listenin God you truly been this ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahahaha All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin Uhh Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah [Fat Joe] Imagine some old foe with no fire The God done ran off and retired No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems No rappers these ladies, call handsome Me I'm just dancin, velvet LaPelle In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle I blow smoke now, the stress done got me Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky {"where did he go"} I'm tryin find myself It's hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth And if I fall off, who can I ask for help? Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control It's like the Hammer story stands out; can't walk through the Bronx Cause e'ry muh'fucker got his fuckin hands out Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me Changed my phone number, got everybody askin ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahaha More money more problems Yup, it's Cook! Yeah [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Joseph Carter, that's who I be I'm still runnin the Carter, that's how we eat Niggaz, don't even bother cause that's when we meet In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats There's never been a rapper this credible as Joe Dropped "The Incredible," I'm better with the flow And e'rybody's askin where did he go Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it's Cook Coke ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke! BX borough niggaz, yeah... Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner Peace to the money man, Macho Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge Ha ha, Kato rest in peace Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA! My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy Hahahaha All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon Mexico, yeah.. {"where did he go"} it's Crack! {"where did he go"} {"where did he go"} {"where did he go"} ["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe |
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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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[Intro]
Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh! "Once again back is the incredible - the incredible" [Verse 1] Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is Crack, ain't been gone before a week And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space Pile high to the top of the Empire State CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours Truly just check the suicide doors Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor Lookin back I did the shit to death I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the dead I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Verse 2] Dope man dope man, I got that coke man Brother Joe man the king of the streets TS we incredibly credible like Stun said It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads And you know that K go chop chop chop In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street From I Hope You Die Place, in school study the crime rate That's when it became apparent to me That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me I plead innocent your honor I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece Problem is when I win, my team eats But wait, just think the opposite of that You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Verse 3] Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that Where the cops at? prayin that they comin Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach On my waist you know I got keep that oven For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" I got the heat on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4 Cause down in New York they saying! "Once again back is the incredible" (dammmn right!) "The incredible - the incredible" [Just Blaze scratches throughout] [Outro] Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh! Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid! Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! New York!!!! |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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This is this is this is...
I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more Cost you when my lid just twist to one side We dibt bitch we don′t snitch we stick and just ride and I.. Never gave a fuck about po po Niggas so gangsta make a songs about my 4 4 My my 4 4 4 4 Gets worse $$$ shit when I visit the church I′m down with TD Jakes Kirk Franklin Better have my overlin plate filled with franklins blastin me I have niggas that blast for me wst touch askin′ me CRACK Show me where the safe at I lay em down with the mac leave em face flat listen You don′t wanna start no drama We don′t scrap when theres problems We just clap revolvers men Get it coke let it go heavy mo sippin mo didn′t know better know now I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more Up n pass hilton suite Crossin path this chick take me I probably win her Osacr didn′t know hit ten feet You need a ladder just to sit on me In the ring screamin viva tito with don king at maden square arena pee awa Pull mamai to the side she feenin yellin gasolina Now how many bricks does it take To moll a lat 36 groom estates follow me I can phili eat cheese steaks in a red belly call bitch v8 Is joe′s crib for reals and even want kids in school to go kill crack in back Now thats the sourcers you should know how shit hon go now follow me I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more That′s the sound of the man workin on the chain yea ye yeah crack And we don′t see no body makin hands stand up like growin up goddy Hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga Use fist full to come out your mouth The way I stack white these dayz Lookin like chick that go with flava flav and im so so real Niggas wanna kill the Don front of my house Probably with my son in may arms but I Drop em like its hot Pass my glock My lil shorty tip of the old plot Go against cok let em miss you I give you then ways to kill of the whole block I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more - |
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| 5. |
| 3:55 |
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[Shots being fJYTI}
Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthafuckin hip hop game This nigga here is a little nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga Follow me [Chorus] Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever been seen Once I got you, I'm gonna give you My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack Talk about your gun pop off, where the fuck you be at I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis But he dont care, he stay locked up in his house and shit Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick? In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga Fifty don't make me(blaaaaap) Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth Yeah we all see the bitch in you Follow me [Chorus] Now let's take it back to Vibe awards Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front Waiting for you niggaz to dunk Where are all your guns and them teflon vests? We them terror squad boys You should know not to test us Hate it or love it, The Game's on top Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop? You CB4 Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club? No, no, no shorty That's right, you singing than more than you rappin Now Fifty that ain't right [Chorus] I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin Jada gonna slam lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man He really crazy tho This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records And never be comin out of his house Feel like he can't get touched man I respond one time, one time only It ain't gonna be more songs for me man This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack Trust me, nigga can response ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that nigga One thing I will promise you If I Wont Get You I'm gonna get your... That's it man This is crack bitch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man |
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| 6. |
| 3:53 |
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Aoww, Cool and Dre
I was the one who believed in you I got one bad chick, she by my side About two more waitin' outside Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body Rock, ya body, body, rock ya body Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Joey C Murder like five-oh-fo' Better have my money, 'cause I knock on do's Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the eagle Bet I murder like five-oh-fo', crack, yes You gon' need protection This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson You know, automatic, stick shift revolver Find me in the attic, long dist' the target After that, do the walk-through like phone booths What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you And rock ya body, body, catch somebody Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop Yeah, I'm street like that Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that 'Cause when it's time to shoot They quick to point the heat right back nigga I got one bad chick, she by my side About two more waitin' outside Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body Rock ya body, body, rock ya body Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me Cook Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga Yeah, the Bronx is back It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit Been stompin' niggaz unconscious Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag 'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to shoot at More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack Said it, yeah it's all out war So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the floor I got one bad chick, she by my side About two more waitin' outside Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body Rock ya body, body, rock ya body Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Yes, please believe she gorgeous And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick nigga New York y'all know what it is Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips Niggaz never listen till they vision turn pitch Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch By now you can see that I'm global Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they sold you And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony I got one bad chick, she by my side About two more waitin' outside Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body Rock ya body, body, rock ya body Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook now |
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| 7. |
| 3:35 |
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(feat. Mashonda)
[Chorus 2X: Mashonda] When I'm all alone, cause you're not home All I want you to do for me is - listen baby Said you'd hold me down, but you're never around Can you please just - listen baby [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Swizz Beatz! Sing to me baby, uhh Loretta I see you baby, yeah Uh-huh, DFL Stew, I see you too nigga Yeah [Fat Joe] Sit back, relax, Joe Crack's back Joe Crack's that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on Players keep showin love so players play on What Crack's preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on Good heavens, had to wait for track seven To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes This vibe is perfect, I wonder Maybe that's why four's the God's perfect number And you're all my angels Victoria's Secret insatiable, that's {?} C'mon, get it together My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever [Chorus] [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Woo! Uhh Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby Don't catch feelings ma You know what this is Hahaha, bitch Yeah, uhh, yo [Fat Joe] When you mad she's happy when she's sad she's glad She ecstatic to see me and she's {?} Too much of y'all for me to keep happy Still and all y'all keep callin me daddy I'm tryin to change it, similar to Alaskan skies Midnight look like the sunrise That means I, ain't budgin, I'm still the same Same kisser, same hugger, same Joe Crack you love him You do ma, admit it girl you trust him To be back at that hotel suite crushin And you just in time To break me off before my hotel checkout time [Chorus] [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Hahahahaha, woo We on tour right now Yeah, talk to me baby, talk to me Uhh, haha I mean my D.C. girl, she don't like my V.A. girl My A-T-L girl don't like my Cali baby [Fat Joe] Yo, I know ma, I see your vision Fuckin with me is like an all-inclusive private island vacation Woo - room service from the A.M. to the P.M. All, night crushin this amazin human bein Got you love struck, topic controversial Cause when I'm gone you're lost like that Corona commercial I know time is money still I can't reimburse you girl For what you wear, that's the day I reverse you girl You get your nails painted proper Pull out the black Amex, I'll take you shoppin But when it's time to go I disappear like Hoffa I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I'm gone [Chorus] [Fat Joe - over Chorus] It's like you don't know I got a wife HAHAHAHA, YEAH!! And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre L.V., Swizz! [echoes] |
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| 3:26 |
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Its 2 up in the mornin girl
and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin I got the unlimited american express card Momma you can get whateva ya like Plus i got that all black phantom tinted on four sides Get a kiss so they cant see us inside Momma tell me do you like it I know you like it Its written all ova your face dont fight it You like it More than I like it So put it all ova your face dont bite it From rags to riches club packing Bitches hate the bag and ditch us The hate game is vicious and we can get it poppin the the bathroom Dont be selfish go ahead and pass it to em And we can all f*** that Its like a million on my neck Got all these -- ball We p-- drunk on and these bitches screaming let me in Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the morning now and im trying to go on witchu Girl watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Get it poppin and get droppin Its written all ova ur face dont stop it Just drop it More like this hop less Kickin the dough with the fo fo messin with joe Now this kid gotta ass so fat Infact I put a drink on it and came right back He would never talk to a lady like that And my ears screaming how he got a name like crack jack Similar to mike jones Say my name enough then im takin you home You know i walk when i talk when i sleep with the girl One squeeze and you go What i look like not taking atleast 3 to 6 women at the club with me Now we back to the -- and Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Well its 2 up in the mornin man and im f***** tired hittin yo crew Thinka watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Now when ball swing open with that a wkward motion whatchu call it Suicide, its a suicide And if the -- talk s-- cuz they drink off that awkward potion they commiting Suicide, its a suicide Lets get it poppin up I gotta shot em man I feel sorry for yo motha give a f-- what you say spin your head back from whatchu wanta video tape Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song Now watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Its 2 up in the morning now and im trying to go on witchu Girl watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin Watchu gon do Im gon get get get it poppin |
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| 9. |
| 3:26 |
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(Beat Novacane!)
<i>[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]</i> Lord forgive me temptation to kill But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real Motherfucker die - don't look in my eye Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya <i>[Fat Joe]</i> Yup! Death ain't sweet man But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a problem I'm a driveby, stabbin, napalm kinda problem Choose one, the AK or revolver I'll leave your body leakin layin on the carpet Yeah, this nigga don't care Have your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus You don't want no problems, problems Fuckin with these frauders {?} I had the ambulance racin the street Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Fat Joe]</i> Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own Well at least that's the one I'm claimin You know a muh'fucker that's realer then name him Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings Got other mob bosses kissin my ring Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me Until then it's just... <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Fat Joe]</i> Yo - wake up in a cold sweat 5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring It's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog You actin like the po-po chasin ya, be easy He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?" I'm at the hotel Radisson, hour ago I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?" Carmen, why you stallin, why the fuck you callin He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up You know that nigga Pablo from... Ave Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad" Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha Nah he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha DAMN! Wake up ma I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch! {click-click, BLAM} |
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| 4:13 |
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<i>[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead]</i>
<i>[Chorus: 'Pablo']</i> Joe Crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold THAT lil' nigga I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin <i>[Fat Joe]</i> Raindrops are fallin on my hood again, hood again Niggaz is talkin in the hood again, hood again Yeah niggaz wanna act live I got that 9 that kill more than just time They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday I was chillin on the block in the Phantom And ain't nobody smirk my way - nope - keep speakin that hot shit and you can get merked today, check me out There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets That's why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets Go 'head and think Crack just rap Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats I hear 'em talking that <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Interlude: Fat Joe]</i> If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go If I don't know you boy I'm lettin 'em go I tried tell you boy I'm lettin 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I'm tired of talkin boy I'm lettin 'em go <i>['Pablo']</i> Does Crack think he live Just because he had poppin in '88 and his boys served time I don't care 'bout that neither I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever Yeah I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him I'm in the streets everyday in these projects I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin <i>[Chorus + Interlude]</i> <i>[Fat Joe]</i> Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up Think they comin of age 'til you lighten 'em up Momma screamin cause you lyin in dust, I ain't lyin Who the fuck you think supplyin the drugs? I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off to the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards For thinkin Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya You lil' niggaz ain't even in my lane Who you know nicknamed after 'caine? Yeah I'm goin to hell, but I'm sendin you first Muh'fuckers think they tough 'til them canisters burst I know you hear my niggaz <i>[Chorus + Interlude]</i> |
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| 11. |
| 4:20 |
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(feat. Timbaland)
[Timbaland] (Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh - FLIP! Yeahhhhhh OH! [Chorus 1: Fat Joe] Get up, get get, get down You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up [Chorus 2: Fat Joe] She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad Everybody GET UP! Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up [Fat Joe over Chorus 2] Guess who's back? Yeah, guess who's back? [Fat Joe] They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems" Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot You don't need to remind us, ladies! "Your royal penis is clean, your highness" Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight ... Timbo and Coke And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] You about to witness, greatness at it's prime You should tape this Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?) Homey please don't hate us She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN! I'm out in L.A. within a week Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww) V.A. is you wit me now Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies One of my addictions, on the mound 95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin 'em The iron is itchin To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] She's bad like MJ's sister I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit I fuck bitches that look worse than... As long as they head right and ass fat I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack 'Bout to cruise down your avenue In the back of that Cad, think collateral Ain't no tellin what this clip and the Mac'll do Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo In other words don't fool with us Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 1] [Timbaland] Everybody get up! [Chorus 2] [Fat Joe] Crack! |
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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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[Chorus: singer repeats 2X]
I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Yeah, uhh, it's Cook The voice is so floetry, it's so magnetic Hahahaha, aowwwwwww, Al. B Sure attracts the ladies Seriously, uh, yo - aowwwwww [Fat Joe] I don't usually do this, but I had to push upon you, excuse if I stutter D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better I'm pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather Got a girl, you got a man, this'll be our secret He plays for the Heat, well that's so convenient I'm at the games all the time While your man runs games, it's a shame how he lies I can lend a little more than a earful I know ma, you're more than a Dior and a hairdo Yes, furthermore let me prepare you Now get it on the floor ma, don't mean to scare you But I'ma, punish that, then run it back 'Til the sun come up, you screamin let us Crack Now how you do that, that thing when you do that Ma if I could sing, I would whisper to you that [Chorus] [over Chorus] Oh yeah? C'mere pretty girl let me talk to you Oh what? You just got off the phone with who? With Crack? C'mete pretty girl let me talk to you real fast Daaaamn! [uncredited rapper] Damnit baby, let me talk to ya Fly, put your cell back in your purse, let me tell you why A nigga like me gotta be in your life Damn this evening is nice, let me share some advice wit'chall Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm You're lookin like you need a reason to smile You're lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right Has anyone ever told you you look like Karen White Sprinkled with some Beyonce, a little bit of Janet Jackson way before them actions, girl quit actin, like you ain't feelin me When you feelin me damn baby please get up off your kneeeeeeeez-ah Wooooo! Yeah [singer] And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy [rapper over singer] Say what? Uh-huh, c'mon, yeah, let's, now let's go [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh - aowwwwww Yeah, yo, uhh What'chu know about your main man Flow Joe Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo And the way I move is oh-so-fly Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst Ha ha, watch yourself Yeah I know them doors swing open awkward Man I don't know why they made 'em like that but Sip some Petron, slip off your clothes Girl let's get it on, ma turn off your phone Cause we don't need no interruptions Hop on your good foot, let's get into somethin Aowwwwwww - and don't it feel so right Got a T you can wear for the rest of the night [singer] And we can flow, we can fly, we can do it ba-ba-ba-byyy [Fat Joe over singer] Yup! Yup! Yup! Uh-huh, haha Got me feelin like Teddy, now let's go [Chorus - 2X] |
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| 13. |
| 3:28 |
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[Intro R. Kelly & {Fat Joe}]
oh oh oh {Yeah Cool & Dre uh} [Chorus R. Kelly {Fat Joe}] Sexy girl (hey) You know that I (hey) like you I like you baby Sexy girl (hey) you know that I (hey) will do anything under the sun for you If you let me I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot If you let me I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot If you let me I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot If you let me I can get you hot {so hot} hot hot If u let me [Fat Joe] Ladies, gentlemen, gangsta's and killers I'd like to welcome yall to this Terror Squad thriller Staring me Joe Crack the realist and ma you can get a seat, forget what ya friends have seen They tell you please he's a celebrity He ain't tryin' to start something He is into menage crushin' But she ain't tryin' hear nothin' fears nothin' But her impulse is scared money dont make nothing Plus she love the way the cashmere touch em' How the lights bounce off the ice This dude here is frontin But you love it though Everybody in hea know A million niggaz tried to holla A million niggaz wasn't Joe I see you across the club the way you move ya body slow motion wit me Dip it low n put ya body in the roles with me Forget ya problems n sit bak n roll through the tolles with me Now listen to the R flow with me [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Now we don't need no room keys because we up off in my jeep Doing things to make us hot to recline on these soft leather seats Girl you got my emotions up n now we beat it up Touchin n feelin on each other Now im like wats sup Now break the doors Lets roll lets roll come on Lets hit the club lets roll lets roll come on We got the cute chicks, party chicks, stripper chicks We got the money chicks, good chicks, hot chicks We got the V.I.P. poppin bottle model chicks We go the ride or die down for what ever chicks We gonna do it up in here till around six n we gonna be puffin on that L till around six n yes I fuck with this colabo cuz it's magic Kells, Terror Squad, Joe still thuggin [Chorus] [R. Kelly] I love the way you dancing out those clothes mama Come n roll with me on 24's mama Get you to the spot n it's what ever mama now lets drop the top Cuz we about to make it hot hot so hot hot so hot hot so hot hot We about to make it hot hot hot hot hot Keep it goin now come on Keep it goin now come on We bout to make it hot hot hot hot We abot to make it hot hot hot Piper Joe |
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| 14. |
| 4:50 |
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[Lil Jon]
Stop! It's the mother fucking remix [Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yea Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come on I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come on [Ma$e] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave Who else could take 5 years off Cold turkey come back and fly lears off Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff If haters wanna hate then its their loss Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on Car grills so big you can cook a steak on People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song You play Clark Kent you better have your cape on Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3 Bentley bulls now lean back [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Eminem] You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster You don't want no drama with the blond bomber Original don dotta of the blond bottle The model from white America Then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Ma$e back to represent everything else in between including the percentages of the press we don't The best from each coast The midwest to the dirty dirty Even further to Miami All the way back to Californ-i-a It would probably be best right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and tell him about the storm coming all our way So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait Shake that ass a little more my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Fat Joe] No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother Abel is able to stop me Nigga not me Got the streets asking damn who can top P Summer jam killed it man they did it all with 1 beat I guess I'm bicoastal now Took a down south brother to bring your boy out As the wheel keeps spinning I can hear Niggars thinking Crack got one hit then he out No Joey bring them semi's out Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out So much rappers acting in the game I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out Lean back mother fucker This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach it to your brother The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Lil Jon] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back lean back I Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say blow your block away, bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back lean back Hey |
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| 15. |
| 3:45 |
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[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh Yo, yo... Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!} [Fat Joe] Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!} So I testify To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y. I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects Forgettin I wasn't the only object We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off by the realest MC, and that's ME! Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets I got that permit to bury ya ice grill Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill" Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills Chillll, that's that '88 flow Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo' Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!} [Chorus: repeat 2X] One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo' Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo' Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke [Fat Joe] Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin And that's the reason why they call me ghetto D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes Police know, but just couldn't figure me out I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house It's grill, spit fire like I never been out And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt The wheels, in my head keep spinnin I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH The same dude that made you "Lean Back" And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes New York, look I brought the championship home Now, through up your peace signs to the sky For all our soldiers that died That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now [Chorus] [repeat 2X] Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!} |
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| 16. |
| 4:32 |
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[Verse 1]
[Jennifer:] Now you've been holding me down For such a long time now From back then To now in my story Straight from the hood You've always been there for me And ya had my back (When they) Back when everybody said I wasn't anything It was you who had me holdin' on No matter what was goin' on So no whatever ya need I got you [Fat Joe:] Reminiscing that 6 train from way back Now its sky blue phantoms and stretch may backs Sweepin' them floors in them Bronx apartments Mira esta que on that red carpet With Pun died you was the first to call me I never told you but you was there for me Whatever you need, I'll be there for you Crack - I got ya back for real (True story) [Bridge] [Jennifer:] Now my loyalty, will always be With you, if you just promise me That you'll stay real just like you are 'Cause baby you don't have to change (no) [Chorus] [Jennifer:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Boy, I'm gon' hold you down [Fat Joe:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Girl, I'm gon' hold you down [Verse 2] [Fat Joe:] 2005 Rakim and Jody Watley Why'd she paint such a picture so perfect Quite possibly The real expression from BX To South Beach I'ma always hold you down, girl You can count on me [Jennifer:] So remember this whenever I call We go back too far We've been through it all Even though we haven't spoke In so long Ain't nothing has changed Not a damn thing, baby [Bridge] [Jennifer:] Now my loyalty, will always be With you, if you just promise me That you'll stay real just like you are 'Cause baby you don't have to change because [Chorus] [Jennifer:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Boy, I'm gon' hold you down [Fat Joe:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Girl, I'm gon' hold you down [Verse 3] [Fat Joe:] Like green, it's the autumns Things will stay This industry, yeah, I fought Made me this way Get between me and J.Lo I simply stay You better off sweepin' leaves On a windy day (no) [Jennifer:] So I don't care about the situation I'ma ride for you if there's a complication Every time you had my back and all When we were young Now you Joe, we crackin' off [Bridge] [Jennifer:] Now my loyalty, will always be With you, if you just promise me That you'll stay real just like you are 'Cause baby you don't have to change because [Chorus] [Jennifer:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Boy, I'm gon' hold you down [Fat Joe:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Girl, I'm gon' hold you down [Jennifer and Fat Joe x 2:] You don't know how much you mean to me Whenever you down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation I'm gon' hold you down |
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