[Fat Joe] Dear mama, I'm writin' you this letter from the kitchen Seems to hard, times your the only one who listens After the action, tone's still listen
m that nigga that tells whether or not a nigga stay now look here [Chorus x8] I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga to fuck You been
dis, now DJ Run'll be comin and gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact it's not just a lean dish, your soup and salad not valid I serve a mean
timin' CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over
Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo I'm old
Oh shit (Oh shit) Oh shit Pass the mic to Fat Joe [VERSE 3: Fat Joe] I'm the Fat Gangsta, the head honcho My name is Fat Joe, never call me Pancho Solid
I'm so emotional (I love my glock) Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer? Bout the skrilla, call me a ghostface killa (Yep) It's kinda hard
Ya'll keep it real with me Yeah (I'm not 'gon play with ya'll) Good lookin' niggas all the DJs I got love for ya'll niggas man (I'm not 'gon play with
the lambs To my man Chi-Ali, silence the lambs To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs To my man Fat Joe, silence
on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (Kerry) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, comin down the 'vard actin hard, not
I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he
realest Who done spoke without one joke about the illest Shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin Joe the God it ain't so hard to start
see this niggas. (Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.) Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. (Speak on it, Joe.) Haha, niggas what! [Fat Joe
issues First off I am not for Britney Spears initials That's no BS at your request Lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS Yeah it's young funeral Hard
through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (?) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come comin down the 'vard actin hard, not
! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody