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 awestruck
Yes, indeed And I say New York city, uh I pray I witness that there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mike Than the late, great
me tell you more Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just
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
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
lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" Yo yo yo yo, it's deja vu And the day y'all do (Wus up) It'll be the day y'all bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees
All I want you to do is listen, baby You said you'd hold me down but you're never around Can you please just listen, baby? Sit back, relax, Joe Crack's back Joe
you, baby, nice and slow New York, I know what y'all thinkin', man Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' slay him lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe
Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga Yeah, the Bronx is back It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track What they do Fat? Yeah we been
bricks does it take to marble out a 36 room estate Follow me, I'm from Philly where they eat cheese steaks in a red belly All a bitch V8, it's Joe cr-
(Beat Novacane!) [Chorus 2X: Fat Joe] Lord forgive me temptation to kill But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real Motherfucker die -
you can count on me So remember this whenever I call We go back too far, we been through it all Even though we haven't spoken so long Ain't nothing
let me (I can get you hot, hot, hot) If you let me Ladies, gentlemen, gangsta's and killers I'd like to welcome y'all to this Terror Squad thriller Staring me Joe
Joe Crack, BX finest Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this I got the streets on smash Niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all
'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin [Fat Joe] Raindrops are
flies no matter the weather Got a girl, you got a man, this'll be our secret He plays for the Heat, well, that's so convenient I'm at the games all
Yes indeed And I say New York City I play a witness That there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mic Then the late great Christopher
Превод: Fat Joe. Intro (От всичко или нищо).