all I need baby) [Talking: Fat Joe] To all the ladies in our lives, you heard Strong independent women, come on Yea, huh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] What you
real, ya gotta start speakin about the real This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you [Fat Joe] Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with
you (Yeah, Terror Squad) I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas) (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Fat Joe
[Intro: Fat Joe] Ollie ollie oxen free! Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes Pitch the
to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came
Yeah. Uhh. Joe crack the don! Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh Terror squad, its our time! Uhh, yea, hand it ova Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo [Verse
in a cell and lock him up, until he fucking talks T: Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean? There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that
stop rockin 'til I retire Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar [Outro - Fat Joe talking] Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga Loyalty, what does it
East New York!! oh god!! Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down to
[Intro: Fat Joe] Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!) Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers That'
send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'
(feat. Remy Ma & Tony Sunshine) [Fat Joe] Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Chorus] [Tony Sunshine] Maybe its the TS chain
[Fat Joe] Yo ah! You know who rule this shit City is mine I blaze up like Diddy and Shyne Anybody want beef with the D.O.N Guaranteed it would be O.N
Now you want me to stay over, games over [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama [Ronda B] Yeah [Fat Joe] Bag it up, sing
{Na-na-na-na-na} Who you gonna trust, yeah {Whoa } You could trust me, ha-ha-ha (Uh) I don't care about nothin' else, my baby (To all the ladies in our
touch you (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) Dedicated to my homeboy Pac Love daddy, Facemob in the house Fat Joe
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga like exercise Joe
were seen Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know 'Cause all you really need to understand is How hard I'm rulin' with Joe An' the streets is no
