you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word, you best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe (Say word) Word, fuck what
your health like smog Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X) (Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word
Vertimas: Fat Joe. Pasakykite Word.
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Words: l.dukes, g.williams, n.glover music: j.saddler, l.smith, g.vaughn - 1987 from the album "ba-dop-boom-bang" Stop sleepin',ya'll,if you
really listen. Just thinkin? about you gives me butterflies. So when you speak I pay attention. I admire the way you show me prove. And how you do what you say
Ah, yeah Da Fat Gangsta You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
if you ever did a fuckin' bid It's time to separate the real from the phony The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me I come equipped with the
Fat Joe] Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was
flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far from a prankster I got skills, aiyyo word life
manana Yeah, what you got Terror Squad, what? Bad Boy, khanmean? Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you, I see you C'mon, yeah, yeah, say what, say what? Say what, say
love the don, these words are more than just another song If I said I slit your neck, your jugular's gone Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe Aiyyo
Yo, I don't think they're ready for this one Another Dark child remix Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad Come on Hear the truth, shorty with
out the apron I'm loyal to her from eight to ten Make way for the twin [fat joe](brandy) Who the twins that be making it hot (say what? ) Number
I was a shootin' star I'd be like,"Peace" If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like,"Hell naw' If I was a hotties thong I'd be like,"Aww" If I was a cuss word
was never cured I lived a shitty life all thanks to Jacobs word That Mother..."What!?" I didn't say nothing "Bullshit bitch!" I didn't say anything! "
