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Fat Joe I Am Crack

, no doubt I'm the hardest in the game It's the Rock, I ain't talkin Jay, Biggs and Dame I'm talkin bling-bling, crack pipe and a collar I make bums fight

is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Terror Squad leader, come down When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack

I drop bars yeah the question beckons am I comin for that number1 slot or will I come second of course I wont my styles lethal just like weapons I know

wife leave your arm that's right, i fight, i done been in brawls i done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers i done be on boats in

don't need headlights at night Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas With the mac flast 'cuz I am what I rap, nigga TS throw in your hands

on us, tryin to lay the law on us They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond My

what I like Back in the days, when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again I wonder why it?s often said that

. I love em both i swear to god i put that on Pun, cause i love em both - i love em both (ah -ah-ah-ah-ah) i love em both - said i love em both (ah

you don't remember me? No I had a crush on you for like nine years I don't know you fat bitch It's me Jenny I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry