Fat Joe - Music lyrics

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Coca!

Krillz-mania

BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss

CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy

And you can ice grill when I drive by

See if I be givin a fuck

My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked

Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour

Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour

I 'member when I used to have to play that hard

Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all

A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball

So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw

My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack

Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag

Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers

before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas

Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it

Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music

You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect

Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh

And when I look back on my life it's all worth it

Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love

Yeah, yo

They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door

I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store

Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill

Where every other day another nigga get killed

They say what's Cool without Dre?

I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose?

Hell 'Ve was a great DJ

Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy

What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me?

He'd probably never be President of that company

Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement

I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit

Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him

Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em

Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?

I made the nigga rich cocksuckers!

I was never into girls, I was just into my music

Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it

Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers

And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit

Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts

I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht

I bought my little daughter an equestrian park

Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot

Sade, Luther Vandross

Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge

I used to look at them like Gods

Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?

Bye (?) boricua, why you hatin on me papi?

It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me

In fact man I'm just like Rocky

Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping

Yeah, man I did it for the music!

I did it for the love

Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother

and your girl... can't even be with my family man

You know what? Be careful what you wish for

Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER

9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man

I'm in Budapest somewhere

I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!