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Fat Joe Song Lyrics

(Fat Joe)Yeah, don't get it fucked upThis shit is realer than you thinkGoin out to all them niggaz gettin creamDrivin them beemers, them NSX's, them LexusAll up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shitUhh, money man in the houseYeah, uhh..Sparks are flashin from oowops blastinA face gets bashed in for street crews clashinForever be forever greatIt's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrowNonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?It's all for steel my son, light as a tongueThe connections I got, I can lamp while you get doneRemember that, I dismember cats that actA plain and simple fact is I react on impactI'm plenty versatile, wildHave you screamin like your head short a few vialsNo more slabs and dollar cabsStrictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blastExtra dark tints, for sticky eventsSuspense makes the lead dispenseA baby oil massage when I'm feelin intenseFly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-tiesTransportin through a airport securitiesIn cahoots with the San Juan authoritiesHated by majorities, loved by minoritiesUhh, the top dog, ??Hazardous to your health like smogChorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)(Say word) Word!  Fuck what you heardShit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow(Say word) Word!  You best to act like you knowIt's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe(Fat Joe)Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster plattersat Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of PeirierChick go for celly book a room at the HolidayInn, so I can get her and a friendMenage a trois livin the life of a starOverweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seamsWhile you suckers havin limousine dreamsI got you all sized up, niggaz wise upA Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys upWord to mother, shit is realer than you thinkHit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minksA nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pinkSo there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be bugginThe mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hookTerror Squad's everywhere you lookNiggaz is vexed from all the hoes I tookFrom Trinity Ave all the ways down the BrookChorus 1.5X(Fat Joe)Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank1-7-0 JoeNotorious One, yeahUncle Dan got my backCharlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your timeSwear to God when you come home you'll be on niggaWord is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace