Текст песни Fat Joe -  Watch the Sound   
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[Diamond D] Ninety-three it`s time man 
(All out yo, because youknowhatI`msayin..) 
 
[Fat Joe] 
A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) 
Fat Joe (HOE) -- it`s time to get the dough! 
Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) 
Fat Joe (HOE) -- it`s time to get the dough! 
 
Boom bip, BAM, here I am 
Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I`m the man 
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker 
Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker 
So niggaz back up, yo I`ma set it 
Fuckin with me, you won`t live to regret it 
I don`t fake moves, I break peeps 
I`m takin niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps 
See I don`t give a fuck about a niggaz rep 
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit 
I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch 
I cut the niggaz head off, and sent it to his fuckin bitch 
I ain`t lettin a nigga take the stand 
Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man 
See suckers can`t hang with the slang 
And if they bring the whole gang 
well then they`ll all catch a bang-bang 
I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down 
Niggaz don`t ever come and front in my part of town 
See everybody knows my pedigree 
There ain`t another motherfuckers that`s better than me 
I could make em pump, I could make em jump 
But I`m mostly known for givin other niggaz lumps 
So niggaz better chill and maintain 
I`m blowin motherfuckers out the frame 
And if a nigga try to flex 
Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex 
I wet a motherfucker like a shower 
Don`t test the Puerto Rican power 
Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three 
Peace to Grand Pu`, and my man Diamond D 
So _Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down_ 
Yeah, but for now watch the sound 
 
	"Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (4X) 
 
[Grand Puba] 
Check it 
Yo Fat Joe, it`s time to fuckin flow 
Niggaz know the game 
It`s time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame 
Guess who comes to represent? 
If you motherfuckers don`t know, well here`s a hint 
It`s the God and I still bag chicks 
Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks 
So come on cause I`m comin for the basket 
Say goodbye to your friends, and start headin for the casket 
So Doogie make the daquiris; and light the chocolate  
that you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory 
Let`s squeeze a trigger for the nigga 
See I flipped to the `lo, cause I`m through with the Hilfiger 
Cause I flips the flavor-loo 
It`s good for a fuck or two, you couldn`t see this 
no matter what the fuck you do 
I smash that ass like a block of hash 
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass 
 
	"Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (4X) 
 
[Diamond D] 
Niggaz know the flav, I don`t have to take a step 
I earn my respect then quiet as kept 
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck 
Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check 
I make more dough than Gregory Peck 
Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check 
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer 
Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler 
So back up, and take a good look, because you should look 
at what a good cook, can do without a fuckin cookbook 
I don`t sniff coke, and I don`t smoke coolies 
Even Italians say I`m one cool moolie 
But niggaz call me JoJo 
I`m quick to stick a chick, cause I kick the Willie BoBo 
on the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside 
You can`t budge me nigga, even the best tried 
to pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one? 
(What?)  He got his motherfuckin ass done 
(Yeah!)  So step up, front, I`m not a bitch-ass chump 
Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got the mumps 
See I`m the wrong nigga to fuck with 
Don`t try to play yourself, cause you`ll be stuck with 
a motherfuckin ice pick right through the cheek 
I`m leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street 
I won`t `fess, walk around with a vest 
Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less 
You want a fair one, FORGET IT 
And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it 
So save the bluff, you know you ain`t tough (yeah) 
I pull your card cause you`re soft like fluff kid 
I never ever did a bid 
I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid 
 
	"Watch de sound when I tim-berr" (8X)