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[Fat
Coca!

BX, T.S. 'til I die
CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, hi at the bad guy
And you can ice grill I drive by
See if I be givin a
My on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, shit a nigga came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it
I 'member when I used to have to that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects
A nigga too fat, so I play ball
So I hit the strip, started flippin raw
My would sag, now they callin me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we was them hammers
New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas
Got so much money, a nigga would it
Then I left the streets alone for the love of the

[Chorus:
You know I never dreamed that I be perfect
Cause the only thing that I've ever been, ohh
And when I back on my life it's all worth it
I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love

[Fat
Yeah, yo
They say Joe too selfish, he let us in the door
I say shit I could have left Pun in front of store
Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle
Where every day another nigga get killed
say what's Cool without Dre?
I say shit, if them niggaz never met Jose?
Hell 'Ve was a DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a
What if I would told Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd probably be President of that company
Shit you probably never heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove
Scott is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess
I the nigga rich cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was never into girls, I was into my music
so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it
Went to my old school, gave 'em some
And the niggaz in the hood be sayin I don't do shit
Bein they ain't got no love in hearts
I just to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an park
Now she's ridin horses, tell me ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Mills, El DeBarge
I used to look at them Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go
Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me
It's been sweet 16, still haters can't stop me
In man I'm just like Rocky
we did it baby, you keep goin shopping

[Fat Joe - over
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the
Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for mother
and your girl... can't even be my family man
You know what? Be careful what you for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a
9 to 5 man you get to go and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa where the heat come, bitch, aowww!