is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me Honestly you can't fuck wit me (Chorus)-Big Pun It's my life, my money, my world My girls, TS electrify
My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me, honestly you can't fuck wit' me It's my life, my money, my world My girls, let's electrify
My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me Honestly you can't fuck wit me (Chorus)-Big Pun It's my life, my money, my world My girls, TS
Traduzione: Fat Joe. Il mio mondo.
dizzy when I'm loadin 'em Front, then I'm sober son [Chorus: Wali World] Do you got my tape kid, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with
Sacario [Fat Joe] Yeah! [Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack [Fat Joe] Pick the music up man [Angie M] Let's do it [Sacario] We 'gon keep doin this [Fat Joe]
on my chin, still puffing a bunch of smoke She screaming shoot her cream, right down my fucking throat, nope I never let a dark honey just pass I just slam my
(Feat. Fat Joe, Big Pun & R. Perkins) [Rodney] Yo I don't think they're ready for this one Another Darkchild remix Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror
re ready for this one Another Darkchild remix Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad Come on [Big Pun] Hear the truth shorty With my fruit punch and my
No need for asking, I blaze for what's mines Keep it real muthafuckas and hold the nine, who want it? [Chorus x2: Fat Joe sample] Y'all wanna live my
my pockets ain't fat I never break myself for a bitch again so FUCK THAT .. it's time to go for self, no frontin There's no cash in my register, and my
delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken. Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don?t touch my
is me I heard Fat Joe said, I was over in Iraq He said I was a soldier in lyrical combat Other people slandered my name but I dodged that They don't see
tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) [VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)] My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I Niggaz
Buck A.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat Joe The ones giving head figure it count for dead Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay whores Goin' spots like swat, my
physically smash niggas Cant forget Yammy with the skill and hand speed That also it the year we first seen blue vandeeds Fun and World was gettin it big time And nigga World
Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin' Mad drug dealin', mad caps peelin' I do my thing, drink a Budweiser