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It is a 'Relativity Records' product, artist, Fat Joe, my name is
And of course we're gonna bring the noise, 'cause we can be toys

Yes, I am the ultimate, uttering for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you with
You can't see with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck Sonny Bono

Or Ono, but KRS, oh, no, no
You might think you a ROTC, but I don't a fuck though
I'm rolling hard God for the squad black
Packin' them bitch, where that money be at?

Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like
Other rappers dull like copper, the fake nigga dropper
borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me I'm sayin' though

The coke connector, sweating leather with
Don't get up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
With a slab of this lyrical dope
MC's and wannabe's best to quote this

Fat Joe the and living will prevail
Kingpin Sonny up in Bronx Tale
I fail? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin' bodies, other niggaz fantasize about it

True indeed, behind my back MC's claim can serve me
In my they screaming, "We're not worthy"
Youse a has been, you ain't been
I be touring, you be home taping

So what punk, you could in a second
the bottom line, is where's your hit record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your
If I'm on dick my name has got to be syphillis

If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your
Buck, buck, buck take that witcha on the way

As we proceed to it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the of the Boogie Down
All we do is izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's like warden up in Alcatraz
(Bo, bo, bo, bo)

It's Fat Joe, yo, you know my
Get so much love, I'm sixteen on a kilo
Sendin' outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you
(Yeah)

Ain't no that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon G, you clowns got a fucking thing on me
I'm like white linen
(Tell 'em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs score in the ninth inning

I'm down with Kris and no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly chicks on top of me
my philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Slappin' caps like a ball, hittin' hard to my
These motherfuckers want it
(Word to mother Joe, niggaz don't want it)

If feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Up, up, up and away I don't play clown
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press luck
Buck, buck, buck, take that on the way down

Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't
My style is too curvy, what you me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your
KRS-One up in your memory

I your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti, the Don, but just another bwotty mon
Telecro mon, how you collect
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher Leather

The only reason you got, an extensive rap collection
'Cuz most of your rap mags are all together
Watch what you sayin', watch you say
When your gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?

Your is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
'Fore I slap you way back in the dayz like
Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cuz get set up
My crew don't let up, I be up in this piece
(Tell 'em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin' on the