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Statik Selektah "Is there a new Fat Joe?" "Yeah, there is a new Fat Joe His name Nems outta, uh, Coney Island" What y’all wanna do? Y'all want hardcore or shit you can do to? I do it all (Everything) I am the nicest, stupid Fuck ya life (Rrrah!) Now who the fuck you think you talking to? I pay dues, I spray crews Look up Gorilla Nems, my squad deeper than the Jews on Marcy I’m hard, B, rip apart beats Fuck around, I smack the baby outta your car seat Give a fuck about networking and taking pictures I just care 'bout my net worth and naked bitches If you saw what we did then you would hate to kiss em She just wants the dick, whеn I call, it says "Maybe rich" I spent my whole lifе struggling Now I’m calling playa, no huddling and we bubbling I stack bread, count money with a humble grin You can’t tell me nothing except I’m gonna win If you don’t know me then you pussy, straight like that Got the Desert Eagle pointed at your face like blatt All your flows garbage and your tape type wack SongtexteAnd we ain’t scared to spend money 'cause he make it right back It’s like that, you ain’t even like that How your shit trash? You ain’t even write that I might fly her in, but shorty, I ain’t paying for that flight back 'Cause it’s fuck your life once I pipe that Is that me in the back? I pulled it out and gave em the knife back Now his mother’s praying for his life back Damn, how he hit the floor, that was a light smack What a fuckin bozo, get him an ice pack Nah, fuck it, I don’t want it to stop Shoot up your building with this AK, pussy, I don’t want the Glock I’m the hardest coming off the block, unorthodox Put your motherfuckin career in a coffin box Your baby mother got the softest twat Shit, I ain’t even know that was your kid’s mom But who gives a fuck? Pussy, you’ll get your shit bombed All year, we running down on rappers like bing bong Aus Songtexte Mania