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
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
What'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin) C'mon [Fat Joe] Yeah, it's Crack! (What'chu gon' do) Cafe {?}, all my people in there partyin All the
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
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
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
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
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
you rappin Now Fifty that ain't right [Chorus] I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe
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 [Chorus] [Fat Joe
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
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 [Fat Joe] Raindrops are
(Beat Novacane!) [Chorus 2X: Fat Joe] Lord forgive me temptation to kill But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real Motherfucker die -
(feat. R. Kelly) 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
[Intro] This should be played at high volume [Fat Joe] This is, this is, this is Cook! Cool n Dre! Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody
love"*} I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition Never to defy my wishes I'm the king of NY, all
bathroom Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him Then we can all fuck It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all awestruck
Yes, indeed And I say New York city, uh I pray I witness that there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mike Than the late, great
