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fat joe - okay okay lyrics

lower the music, keep the mic up
turn the mic up, yeah uhh, coca
okay, okay, okay
e philly, i see you n-gg-, yeah, yeah
this is on my boy georges, tricky’s is sellin’ boulevard
(tricky boo)
my n-gg-z with buck fifties and bullet scars
gangster b-tches that ain’t afraid to kill a broad
you witness the realest n-gg- to spit this hard
yeah, look at my clothes
look at these diamonds, look how i pose
man, take a look at my hoes
brazilians, sicilians, got millions of those
(aoww)
yeah, who’s harder than crack?
have the awe to play martyr then i father you back
bein’ burst you didn’t earth you make you part of the mack
then i ask the whole block who got a problem with that
you feel me? no joke, no gimmicks
(gimmicks)
you f-ckin’ with n-gg-s that live the lyrics
cold blooded, when it’s drama ain’t tryin’ to hear it
(nope)
that body fresh, you can still see the spirit
till my last breath, i’ma rap till the death
whether with wax or sellin’ cracks on my steps
great with the knives, much better with the tecs
believe me, it’s easy, i’ll leave you a mess
i’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay
i’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay
yo, 300 brolic, yeah, i’m sendin’ them n-gg-s
you’s a hot pink skinny jean feminine, n-gg-
i b-lls ’til i falls then i get back up
and my arms like a gift the way the sh-t racked up
my ambition to get it, the bronx still burnin’
and them trees stay greener than them eyes on erick sermon
i’m swervin’, observin’, fake n-gg-s i’m learnin’
him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and
i’m servin’ any n-gg- that want it
i’m not a role model, how could i be, i’m blunted
joe so cool wearin’ stunners in the night
suede in the rain, walkin’ mud in my whites
dominican b-tch, you can find me in the heights
maserati, ducati about a hundred bikes
real sh-t, that’s the story of my life
look at me wrong, i thought getting’ money was right
till my last breath, i’ma rap till the death
whether with wax or sellin’ cracks on my steps
great with the knives, much better with the tecs
believe me, it’s easy, i’ll leave you a mess
i’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay
i’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, okay
okay, ha, ha, ha, we live the lyrics man
we really run these streets man
pop your sh-t off, you get too close, n-gg-
yeah, ain’t n-body seein’ the squad
the hardest n-gg-s
realest n-gg-s in this whole sh-t man
i don’t wanna hear about you n-gg-s did time
them n-gg-s who’s hard, you f-ggots
i’m talkin’ to every rapper
n-body lived my life, n-gg-
it’s coca, joe crack, the don
want the crown? come get it, n-gg-
bx, what up?

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