s up? [Fat Joe] (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son
murder teams? What's up? (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down
vicious than Kujo More styles than judo, and I got room to throw I'm thugging like Fat Joe, and I'm watching my thoed grow I move in slow-mo, and blowing
Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
't think slow Stay away from the busta-ass bitches and hoes And for the 50, give me the slugs and the rifle I turn the pig into a sloppy joe No bitch
unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo! Verse 1: Fat Joe
vibrate like a pro Whine and go down and tip pan yuh toe She whine up fast den whine up slow Ready fi di grind soh she call man Joe How she a whine mi
Two, uh I'd like to introduce to y'all Dirtbag, uh And it's an Epidemic [Chorus: Dirtbag] Slow down lil' buddy, lil' buddy Slow down, lil' buddy, slow down
To drop a hot poem on the microphone Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages [Fat Joe] Don't get it
(feat. Big L, Fat Joe) [Big L] I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over too
[DJ Clue] New shit, Nature (Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?) (Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti
(feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman and Rick Ross) DJ Khaled We the best Who We nigga We the best
amke sure you spread the rumor bitch [Fat Joe:] Good coke, hard ride stashes in the bodyshop Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops Niggas
ha Got the E Double, right there [E Double] JMJ combined with Grand.. Royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [Joe Sinistr] Here we go, Joe
speed down the block, she had the hammer by Peter Flipped her tongue inside my ear, I was like shit, mama mia! Bong, I threw on a smooth slow song As
is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word! You best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe [Fat Joe] Business
Fat Joe] Ahhhhhhh yeah! Da Fat Gangsta Chorus: repeat 2X You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe [Fat Joe
