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[Fat
Coca!

BX, T.S. 'til I die
CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, hi at the bad guy
And you can ice grill I drive by
See if I be givin a
My on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, a nigga just came off tour
Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to have to that hard
Apartment 5B, Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't ball
So I hit the strip, started that raw
My would sag, now they callin me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I it my tag
Me and Tone we was bangin them hammers
before New York niggaz, wore bandanas
Got so much money, a would abuse it
I left the streets alone for the love of the music

[Chorus:
You know I dreamed that I could be perfect
that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh
And when I look back on my life it's all it
Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for

Joe]
Yeah, yo
They say Joe too selfish, he let us in the door
I say shit I could have Pun in front of that store
Could have left Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day nigga get killed
They say Cool without Dre?
I say shit, what if them niggaz met Jose?
Hell 'Ve was a DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a
What if I would have told to stop buggin me?
He'd probably never be President of that
Shit you probably never heard the movement
I gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit
Scott is the best, they kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy, he ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and what?
I made the nigga cocksuckers!

[Fat
I was into girls, I was just into my music
Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just it
Went to my old school, 'em some computers
And the niggaz in the hood still be I don't do shit
they ain't got no love in they hearts
I moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter an equestrian
Now she's horses, tell me that ain't hot
Sade, Luther
Mills, El DeBarge
I to look at them like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go
Bye {?} boricua, why you on me papi?
It's been sweet 16, still them can't stop me
In man I'm just like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin

[Fat Joe - over
Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the
Ha! I Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother
and your girl... can't be with my family man
You know Be careful what you wish for
Joe Crack's to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER
9 to 5 man you get to go home and be kids man
I'm in Budapest
I'm in Africa where the come, Crack bitch, aowww!