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fat joe - fat joe's in town lyrics

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guess who’s back?
yeah, the fat gangsta

here comes the n-gg- from the east
who just been crowned for most hated by police
the public enemy, rapper at large
who’s known throughout the industry for pullin’ n-gg-z cards

you know the situation, zulu nation
never forget the bronx because the bronx the foundation
fat joe, a.k.a. joey crack
n-gg-z be like he’s fat, b-tches be like he’s all that

motherf-ckers know my rep, i never fronted
n-gg-z be talkin’ mad sh-t, but they don’t want it
it’s the realer mc, the drug dealer mc
if a n-gg- fake jax, i’m gonna kill a mc

yeah, you can’t handle the truth
f-ck around and get thrown off the project roof
mad lives have been lost and forgotten
n-gg-z 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 sh-t true
(that’s all i ask of you)

when i step in the jam all eyes are on me
sold out crowds, with curiosity
everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it?
microphone gifted, unrealistic

comin’ with the bomb b-ss for the underground heads
flex got the most, serge got the land spread
keepin’ sh-t real, n-gg-z know the deal
just through trial and comin’ down on appeal

microphone joe i own it, b-tches wanna bone it
blowin’ out the tweeters in your musical component
it’s your man fat joe, oh, is that so?
you remember me from, “you know ya got to flow”

one time for your mind off the top of a dome
never leave for home without the motherf-ckin’ chrome
word to tone, big daddy, i know he’s chillin’
peace to all the villains out of state makin’ 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 sh-t 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 sh-t true
(that’s all i ask of you)

from the bronx to queensbridge, on back to redhook
never lost a gram on any eighth that i cooked
fat joe, army fatigue and black chuckers
hardcore lyrics to all my real motherf-ckers

i’m tryin’ to see cream, in the millions, retire
and go play golf with russell simmons
that’s the type of mission that i’m on
aiyyo, my word is bond, i keep a army just as deep as farra khan

you, can’t, deal with the man
who be holdin’ down the fort with the gauge in his hand
i know you love the way i grab the mic and spark it
you hookers’ll 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 sh-t 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 sh-t true
(that’s all i ask of you)

everybody knows fat joe’s in town

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