Текст песни Fat Joe - Fat Joe's in Town
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Текст песни Fat Joe - Fat Joe's in Town
Artist: Fat JoeAlbum: Jealous One's EnvySong: Fat Joe's in Town{*DJ cuts "Guess who's back?"*}[Fat Joe]Yeah..( )The Fat Gangsta..Here comes the nigga from the Eastwho just been crowned for most hated by policeThe public enemy, rapper at largewho's known throughout the industry for pulling niggaz cardsYou know the situation, Zulu NationNever forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundationFat Joe, a.k.a. Joey CrackNiggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all thatMotherfuckers know my rep, I never frontedNiggaz be talking mad shit, but they don't want itIt's the realer MC, the drug dealer MCIf a nigga fake jax, I'm going to kill a MCYeah, you can't handle the truthFuck around and get thrown off the project roofMad lives have been lost and forgottenNiggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}When I step in the jam all eyes are on meSold out crowds, with curiosityEverybody wants to know, could the man still flip it?Microphone gifted, unrealisticComing with the bomb bass for the underground headsFlex got the most, Serge got the land spreadKeeping shit real, niggaz know the dealJust through trial and coming down on appealMicrophone Joe I own it, bitches wanna bone itBlowing out the tweeters in your musical componentIt's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?You remember me from, "You know you got to Flow"One time for your mind off the top of a domeNever leave for home without the motherfuckin chromeWord to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's chillingPeace to all the villains out of state making millions cause ah Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."} Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on back to RedhookNever lost a gram on any eighth that I cookedFat Joe, army fatigue and black chuckersHardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckersI'm trying to see cream, in the millions, retireand go play golf with Russell SimmonsThat's the type of mission that I'm onAiyyo my word is bond, I keep a army just as deep as FarrakhanYou.. can't.. deal with the manwho be holding down the fort with the gauge in his handI know you love the way I grab the mic and spark itYou hookers will NEVER get your hands inside my pockets Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."} Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}{*"Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town.."*}