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Fat Joe Song Lyrics

(Fat Joe)Yeah!!Straight out the heroin infested streets of the BronxHome of corrupt copsWhere niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed backeven if they don't fake jaxFat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckersin this whole rap gameHey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know(Armageddon)You look, I look, you invite it, I tookI forever wearin it, you know stone cold crookWhat's truth, what's lie?  Who's people, who spy?It's life and death, choose live or dieUltimates who made em why do we even exist?When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness?For any touch there's a feelingTouch and y'all feltWe can exchange shots, until our chambers meltThere's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo CrackEject the Czech from the glove compartmentLay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arsonIt's dangerous businessOpposites, these strangers be bendin oppositesSo put your face in mine, best brace your spineCause opposites may attract, but they don't combineMy impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grindNow delayed second thoughts run through your mindWhen my slugs connect, and strike your major arteriesWhen my fists connect, they causin major injuriesWhat you know Junior?  You not evil(Fat Joe)Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visitI don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss itWhether rain or shine, we be bustin out ninesHey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme(Big Punisher)Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kidI blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? LMy skills (undecipherable) puffin boom in HellI doom the world like I was God and throw my gun awayThen snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun awayMe and my brothers play hardballStrictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's lawsMy job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluidThe spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braidsI would earn a wage with the thirty gaugeThere's dirty ways to get paid if you got the ballsJust load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawersDon't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his buttto finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts(Fat Joe)The South Bronx is the wrong place to visitI don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss itWhether rain or shine, we be bustin out ninesHey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme(Keith Nut)Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded banditWell I'll be