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Yeah! Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless niggaz be tryin to front the role When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes After every single show, you know (know) One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want? When I step on stage, I'm second to none Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah Talkin about the way I rock a party Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene I'm mean, my favorite color is green I guess that's why they call it the blues Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done So don't fake moves, cause I never fall That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Songtexte Hey yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts? I got props, believe it or not I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah One of the livest niggaz in New York Sometimes I be chillin with Son Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack So now you know the flav, and you know the time Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme" So I don't front on my peeps Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT! Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out Aus Songtexte Mania