Actin' like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me Besides, you from the 41st side of things and Queensbridge niggaz be actin' like they kings Pushin' Lexus' wearin' fat
Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers
throw that whole armor of righteousness I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat
scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity - Pebbles Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause you got Adidas with the fat
smashin' cocks Knockin' these broads up out they socks I'm in the hood like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat
I'm feeling this brother like, um Like a big fat person likes their tums Like hot Krispy Kremes everybody wants some Like Sisqo is feeling girls in thongs
no problem I'mma go in And shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas Then they'll play with Mario Brothers
was delivered in this world As a crack baby Hard for me to pay attention And I act crazy Gotta get over from the tip I watch the fat lady sing a song
a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block
it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin' fat
(Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey
and when the motherfucka slammed the door Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog Fucked around one night went out in New York When I met one of the brothers
brother gets paid I've plenty to drink, plenty to smoke That's what I'm out here hustlin' for I can't wait 'til next Friday That's when a brother gets
? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons An' daughters of her jealous mother? By suckin' their brain until their ability To think was amputated By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
get the message, no it's not a test it's Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me I'm still hungry, I want some more stuff Get fat and watch
wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too Short rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't