'83, before cable TV When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before me Like the Rich Porters, the Fat
in '83, before cable tv When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before me Like the rich porters, the fat
it's late I'm at 320 now but I used to weigh 358 My doctor made me lose weight, my doctor said "Charlie Hustle, we gon' turn all this fat that you got
Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle
and then i said it out bet cha bout them dolla on the best cause im back im the true and certified who resieded pimpin back fat joe is cood coke and
a tight trap And then I said it out Betcha bottom dollar On the best, 'cause I'm back I'm the true, the certified Scientific head Fat Joe is cook coke
. Bartha??s, The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like eight broads. But up in Costa Rica, I get the most of features. She no speakey no Ingles, Maybe Fat Joe
son Bitch you bad I had this bitch named Katrina that lived in Pasadena It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her She had bold legs, ass and a big fat
down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe
back on my bullshit I'm back movin around strapped with a full clip These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk I stab a hole in your fat back with
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight (Hook [Turk]) Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway Nigga try to hit a hustle
Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was jump off i was Oxes supplier Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time
[Fat Joe] Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained
is it? [Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe
told Vivica her boyfriend like dick Lloyd Banks knew, he told me that shit I told Buck and Buck told me he ridin wit his clique So I start ridin wit Fat Joe
works miracles I hustle for mine like those pumpin cracks I got thumpin raps that'll have you niggas doin jumpin jacks I come with the fat songs, put
the future of Ras Kass lies in the skull Like the coronal suture So I write truly fat shit for the core audience But sometimes I wonder does it really exist? 'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe
so thorough We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track You had cats like How this fat