Fat Joe Sarkıları

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:55

Fat Joe - All I Need
feat. Armageddon, Tony Sunshine)

[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha

[Tony Sunshine]
La la la la la
Oooooh

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
I don't care about nothing else my baby (Baby I don't care)
All I care is bout being here for you (Oooh)
And I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare)
Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby)

[Talking: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out with the guys
Every time I speak to you you got something to say
According to you I must be crushing all day
All I'm askin you for is to be more trusting
I'm outta town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you feel alone cuz I'm not at home
That's why every few hours I pick up the phone
To reassure you my love is more than it seems
I adore you my wife my Colombian Queen
I promise to never stray I'm honored everyday
To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Armageddon]
Yea how I'm supposed to start this
First and first you my queen goddess
My moon my earth the wisdom to a nigga's knowledge
I swear to god it amazes me how you stay in college
And still manage to raise my baby boy when I'm gone and
Touring making dollars assuming that you know that I love you but regardless
I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now that's
Something to hold you down till a nigga come back
Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves
More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word
And I don't care about nothing else except my girl (my girl)
Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl)
You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on
And face life even when it seems all hope's gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that

[Chorus]

[Talking: Fat Joe]
Haha
This is going out to you, you and you and you

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
To all the ladies out there if you love your man
You need to hold your man embrace your man
And just grab his hand repeat after me
I promise to stay true and give you all of me
Whether he's locked down or on the grind
Or whether is out of work or at work on time
You need to trust that man and respect that man
And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and

[Tony Sunshine]
Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times who will always...
always be my girl

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:55

Fat Joe - Beat Novacane
Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
Go figure it, Joe ***** runnin New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {***** PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off
by the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe ***** the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chillll, that's that '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th floKhaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep foFive mics a classic, kinda like my six-foSeveral years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey *****, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin
And that's the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
The wheels, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke *****, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm ***** BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey ***** you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers that died
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:56

Fat Joe - Born In The Ghetto
feat. Lamajic)

[Intro - Fat Joe - Lamajic talks & harmonizes in background]
Yeah, it's time baby
It's time to speak the truth, maturity
Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real
Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin about the real
This is Joe ***** The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you

[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death
Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, how much more hurtin's left?
When will the pain stop?
This depression and anxiety, is gonna make me show another side of me
My niggas ride with me cause I'm the truth
There's benefits to rollin with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you
Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber
But study the facts of *****, the shit don't add up
I'm bringin opportunity to my community
Probably the only rapper that cares, but still you out to ruin me
Who you foolin B? I'm for unity, latins and blacks
Could you fathom the strength, we have of the two it attach
Born together, voted alike
These uncle charm politicians ain't holdin us right
How could the same nigga be 20 years in office
When it's clear the only thing that's risin is unemployment
Abortion, little kids havin kids
The school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit
While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dyin young
I can't hide no more, the time has come

[Chorus - Lajamic - w& ad libs]
I was born in the ghetto
Tremblin, tryin' a stay alive
Cause when you're born in the ghetto
No one seems to hear your cry

[Fat Joe]
Brown skin, you know I love my bra-ha-own skin

Everyday I'm confronted with racism
These motherfuckin coppers, wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons
After all the taxes I pay
You would think when they stop us, they would have something nicer to say
Than "get the fuck out the car, where the drugs at?
all the jewelry you wearin, where the fuckin guns at?"
Once they search the car clean and find nothin
The same crooked cops try to act like they know us or somethin
Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands
Two seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains
Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband
The more I think about it, man it's just disgusting
Still we live amongst 'em, everybody wants out
That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths
Like we ain't grow up on welfare
Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro Players
We need to educate the youth, tell our seeds the truth
Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof

[Chorus]

[Lajamic - singing until fade]
Oh, yeah, so much pain
Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive
Out in these streets, oooh [harmonizing]
Man sometimes in can get so tough
Oh yeah, yes it can
Yes it can, yeah
It can get so hard, so hard, so hard

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:57

Fat Joe - Bust At You
feat. Scarface, Baby)

[Talking]
Excuse me while I sing to you
I'm being real and that's the thing to do
I'm just living and loving
Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh)
Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
(We ridin' on these niggas come on)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe ***** the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Fat Joe]
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got no problem exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
But yo I'm livin' with it
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Baby]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later
Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Scarface]
Niggas tell me money talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyinMy whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now I'm losin' my religion
That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)

[Scarface talking]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:58

Fat Joe - Crush Tonight
feat. Ginuwine)

[1 - Ginuwine]
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz

Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players

[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the HenFeelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin
Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin
I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again

[Repeat 1]

Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkinLaughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to ***** a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next

[Repeat 1]

[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
Cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on

[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer
She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us

[Repeat 1]

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 00:59

Fat Joe - Definition Of A Don
"Definition Of A Don"
(feat. Remy Martin)

Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
What?!

[Chorus: Remy Martin]
They wanna know why ya name is Joey *****
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah)
And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em)
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh)
In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo
You wouldn't understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done... my life...
Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O.
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha doWith the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
with chrome knowin that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!
If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it
If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
on our phones in hopes of cuffin us
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious

[Chorus repeat 2x]

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 01:00

Fat Joe - Does Anybody Know
Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does anybody know... Joe...

[Fat Joe]
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em niggaz

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - *****!
Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin
Touched the down, and he's down
See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever

[Fat Joe]
Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change
Blowin through your city, here comes the pain
They say, the more things change, the more stay the same
So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88
My momma askin - {"where did he go"}
She up the block frantic - {"where did he go"}
Cops combin the streets harassin - {"where did he go"}
But little did they know - {"where did he go"}
that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green
Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green
We just, break the rules and live a life obscene
I been *****, way before the shit hits the scene
You couldn't even imagine what my eyes done seen
But now it's - I'm a thug, I'm a killer
I'm a drug dealin nigga from the hood, God damnit I'm good
I'm out, I swear after this disc I will quit
Pun if you listenin God you truly been this

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahahaha
All my niggaz locked down, all my nigga BX niggaz we ridin
Uhh
Blap blap blap! Guess who? Yeah

[Fat Joe]
Imagine some old foe with no fire
The God done ran off and retired
No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems
No rappers these ladies, call handsome
Me I'm just dancin, velvet LaPelle
In the Phantom slow rollin watchin Dave Chapelle
I blow smoke now, the stress done got me
Runnin in the sand like a scene from Rocky
{"where did he go"} I'm tryin find myself
It's hard when you the only one supplyin the wealth
And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?
Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control
It's like the Hammer story stands out; can't walk through the Bronx
Cause e'ry muh'fucker got his fuckin hands out
Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me
Changed my phone number, got everybody askin

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, hahaha
More money more problems
Yup, it's Cook!
Yeah

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Joseph Carter, that's who I be
I'm still runnin the Carter, that's how we eat
Niggaz, don't even bother cause that's when we meet
In the middle of the projects, clappin them heats
There's never been a rapper this credible as Joe
Dropped "The Incredible," I'm better with the flow
And e'rybody's askin where did he go
Real simple, stop askin for Joe, it's Cook Coke

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

[Fat Joe over "Joe" sample]
Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!
BX borough niggaz, yeah...
Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner
Peace to the money man, Macho
Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge
Ha ha, Kato rest in peace
Chi-Town stand the fuck up - HOLLA!
My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy
Hahahaha
All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there
Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon
Mexico, yeah..
{"where did he go"} it's *****!
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}
{"where did he go"}

["Joe" sample - repeat 4X]
Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 01:01

Fat Joe - Everybody Get Up
feat. Timbaland)

[Timbaland]
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey ***** about to FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!

[Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

[Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
Guess who's back?
Yeah, guess who's back?

[Fat Joe]
They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers
Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke *****
Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, ladies!
"Your royal penis is clean, your highness"
Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight
... Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?)
Homey please don't hate us
She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in L.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww)
V.A. is you wit me now
Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now
I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin 'em
The iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... *****

[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe]
She's bad like MJ's sister
I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her
Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that look worse than...
As long as they head right and ass fat
I put a pillow over they face and ass that - *****
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think collateral
Ain't no tellin what this clip and the Mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do

[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbaland] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]

[Fat Joe] *****

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 01:01

Fat Joe - Gangsta
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!

[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me

[Chorus: children singing]
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains
and pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following..
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it

[Chorus]

mokokocu2 · 13-04-2008, 01:02

Fat Joe - Get It Poppin'
(feat. Nelly)

[Fat Joe]
*****! Yeah, Scott Storch y'all
Dirty, *****! C'mon

[Chorus One: Nelly]
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
I said it's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
I got that plat no limit American Express card
Mami you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom it's tinted on four sides
Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside
Mami tell me do you like - it, I know you like - it
It's written all over your face don't fight - it
You like - it, more than I like - it
So put it all over your face don't bite - it
From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious (muah)
And we can get it poppin in the bathroom
Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck
It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all struck
Aowww! We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I'm up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin let me in

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Two: Nelly]
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
It's two up in the mornin now, and I'm tryin to go home wit'chu
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Ha ha, yeah, uhh, yo, uh
Get it poppin, go 'head and drop it
It's written all over your face, don't stop it
Just drop it, more like it's hot miss
Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin with Joe
Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I
put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin how you got a name like *****
***** - similar to Mike Jones
Say my name enough, then I'm takin you home
Aowwwwww! You know I walk with I talk with
I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone
What I look like, not takin at least
three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
Cause all these bitches fuckin with me, talk to 'em dirty

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Three: Nelly, Fat Joe]
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)

Well it's two up in the mornin and, them niggaz try'n hate on your crew
Nigga what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Yeah what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What'chu call it - suicide, it's a suicide
And if them niggaz talk shit cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin - suicide, it's a suicide
Let's get it poppin my niggaz (Cook, yo)
I got a shotty my niggaz (oh, Lord)
I feel sorry for your mudda, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

[Chorus Four: Nelly]
It's two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
Now what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
It's four up in the mornin now, and I'm tryin to go home wit'chu
Girl what'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
What'chu gon' do? (I'ma get get get it poppin)
C'mon

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it's *****! (What'chu gon' do)
Cafe Martorano, all my people in there partyin
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"
Aowwww!

13-04-2008, 00:55	#1 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Fat Joe Sarkıları Fat Joe - All I Need feat. Armageddon, Tony Sunshine) [Talking: Fat Joe] Cool & Dre Who you gonna trust? Yea, you could trust me, haha [Tony Sunshine] La la la la la Oooooh [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] I don't care about nothing else my baby (Baby I don't care) All I care is bout being here for you (Oooh) And I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare) Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby) [Talking: Fat Joe] To all the ladies in our lives, you heard Strong independent women, come on Yea, huh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out with the guys Every time I speak to you you got something to say According to you I must be crushing all day All I'm askin you for is to be more trusting I'm outta town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing Picture me creepin with a chick on tour When you love my son as if it was yours I know at times you feel alone cuz I'm not at home That's why every few hours I pick up the phone To reassure you my love is more than it seems I adore you my wife my Colombian Queen I promise to never stray I'm honored everyday To have a woman like you in the life of Jose (Hey) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Armageddon] Yea how I'm supposed to start this First and first you my queen goddess My moon my earth the wisdom to a nigga's knowledge I swear to god it amazes me how you stay in college And still manage to raise my baby boy when I'm gone and Touring making dollars assuming that you know that I love you but regardless I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now that's Something to hold you down till a nigga come back Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word And I don't care about nothing else except my girl (my girl) Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl) You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on And face life even when it seems all hope's gone Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title You my future my happiness my heart my idol I promise girl, that [Chorus] [Talking: Fat Joe] Haha This is going out to you, you and you and you [Verse 3: Fat Joe] To all the ladies out there if you love your man You need to hold your man embrace your man And just grab his hand repeat after me I promise to stay true and give you all of me Whether he's locked down or on the grind Or whether is out of work or at work on time You need to trust that man and respect that man And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and [Tony Sunshine] Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me Through the good times and bad times who will always... always be my girl [Chorus - repeat 2X] __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

13-04-2008, 00:55	#2 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: Fat Joe Sarkıları Fat Joe - Beat Novacane Fat Joe] Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh Yo, yo... Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!} [Fat Joe] Go figure it, Joe *** runnin New York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {* PREACH!} So I testify To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y. I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects Forgettin I wasn't the only object We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off by the realest MC, and that's ME! Joe * the Don, I came from the streets Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets I got that permit to bury ya ice grill Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill" Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills Chillll, that's that '88 flow Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th floKhaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!} [Chorus: repeat 2X] One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep foFive mics a classic, kinda like my six-foSeveral years I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey *, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke [Fat Joe] Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin And that's the reason why they call me ghetto D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes Police know, but just couldn't figure me out I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house It's grill, spit fire like I never been out And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt The wheels, in my head keep spinnin I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin It's Cook Coke *, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix And forget who you thought I was, I'm * BEYOTCH The same dude that made you "Lean Back" And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes, Joey * you're on Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes New York, look I brought the championship home Now, through up your peace signs to the sky For all our soldiers that died That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now [Chorus] [repeat 2X] Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!} __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...**

13-04-2008, 00:56	#3 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: Fat Joe Sarkıları Fat Joe - Born In The Ghetto feat. Lamajic) [Intro - Fat Joe - Lamajic talks & harmonizes in background] Yeah, it's time baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin about the real This is Joe *** The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you [Fat Joe] Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, how much more hurtin's left? When will the pain stop? This depression and anxiety, is gonna make me show another side of me My niggas ride with me cause I'm the truth There's benefits to rollin with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber But study the facts of *, the shit don't add up I'm bringin opportunity to my community Probably the only rapper that cares, but still you out to ruin me Who you foolin B? I'm for unity, latins and blacks Could you fathom the strength, we have of the two it attach Born together, voted alike These uncle charm politicians ain't holdin us right How could the same nigga be 20 years in office When it's clear the only thing that's risin is unemployment Abortion, little kids havin kids The school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dyin young I can't hide no more, the time has come [Chorus - Lajamic - w& ad libs] I was born in the ghetto Tremblin, tryin' a stay alive Cause when you're born in the ghetto No one seems to hear your cry [Fat Joe] Brown skin, you know I love my bra-ha-own skin Everyday I'm confronted with racism These motherfuckin coppers, wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons After all the taxes I pay You would think when they stop us, they would have something nicer to say Than "get the fuck out the car, where the drugs at? all the jewelry you wearin, where the fuckin guns at?" Once they search the car clean and find nothin The same crooked cops try to act like they know us or somethin Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands Two seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband The more I think about it, man it's just disgusting Still we live amongst 'em, everybody wants out That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths Like we ain't grow up on welfare Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro Players We need to educate the youth, tell our seeds the truth Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof [Chorus] [Lajamic - singing until fade] Oh, yeah, so much pain Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets, oooh [harmonizing] Man sometimes in can get so tough Oh yeah, yes it can Yes it can, yeah It can get so hard, so hard, so hard __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...**

13-04-2008, 00:57	#4 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: Fat Joe Sarkıları Fat Joe - Bust At You feat. Scarface, Baby) [Talking] Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If I can't get no love then I can touch you (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me) [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah (We ridin' on these niggas come on) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad) I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas) (Stunna, Face, Joe *** the Don) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Fat Joe] You motherfuckers must be crazy I been doin' this shit since the eighties Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby It's the kid still holdin' the crown Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt Come to find out they ain't put in no work An now my feelings is hurt Cause they decided that they wanted to murk But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider You can see the pain in my face Got no problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen And I'll probably do it all in the pen But yo I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride You motherfuckers need to know that [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Baby] Hey Joe We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time Out of line, I bust with my tech nine Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you I'd rather touch you, yeah 'Stead I'd rather bust at you [Scarface] Niggas tell me money talk But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street I'll be a nigga till it's said and done I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang Right up the street from where the cops hang And in my head I hear Pac sang And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyinMy whole life's filled with danger Never been a stranger to homicide My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys And niggas fightin' for position The demon has risen from out of prison Now I'm losin' my religion That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you So fuck you dude [Chorus] I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on) I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) [Scarface talking] Dedicated to my homeboy Pac Love daddy Facemob in the house Fat Joe and it don't stop Come on __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...**

13-04-2008, 00:58	#5 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: Fat Joe Sarkıları Fat Joe - Crush Tonight feat. Ginuwine) [1 - Ginuwine] Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players [Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the HenFeelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again [Repeat 1] Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkinLaughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to *** a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next [Repeat 1] [Ginuwine] If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me Cuz it's on, it's on Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed It's on, it's on [Fat Joe] Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it It seems your sexuality is just a little curious You got a friend, we could gather then split If not, I got a girl for every girl I get There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass And you know you wanna be where the cake is at Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us [Repeat 1] __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...**

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