Jealous One's Envy
Fat Joe lyrics
Fat Joe lyrics
"The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix) Lyrics"
Hidden Agenda Lyrics
C'mon baby (c'mon baby, c'mon baby) Do do do do do (Do do do do do, Do do do do do) Oohh Yeah (Oohh yeah, Oohh Yeah) C'mon (c'mon, c'mon) Now baby, he keeps on sayin' and he tells you you're the only one But everybody knows he's out there havin' fun Behind your back, and that's a fact And it ain't right Cause he's a fly guy acting like a gentlemen But back in the day I can still remember when He'd just turn around, wouldn't looked twice at y
C'mon baby (c'mon baby, c'mon baby) Do do do do do (Do do do do do, Do do do do do) Oohh Yeah (Oohh yeah, Oohh Yeah) C'mon (c'mon, c'mon) Now baby, he keeps on sayin' and he tells you you're the only one But everybody knows he's out there havin' fun Behind your back, and that's a fact And it ain't right Cause he's a fly guy acting like a gentlemen But back in the day I can still remember when He'd just turn around, wouldn't looked twice at y
Yeah
This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers knowhatumsayin'
All the real niggaz Bronx Brooklyn Manhattan Queens California
La Perla Puerto Rico whatever the fuck you're from
youknowhatumsayin'
Yeah
Verse One:
This story takes place back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath
(ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a fuck
And if you had a seed skin, I let the bomba you was getting stuck
(word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous
See, something was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I had to do
Como Olvidarte Lyrics
Me piden mis amigos que te olvide Que el mundo no termina si no estas aqui Pero que puedo hacer si solo vives Clavada en los requerdos sin poder salir Si no estas junto a mi lo se no lo soportare Aprendi a quererte fiel tatuada estas en mi alma y en la piel Como olvidarte si estas presente en mi en cada detalle Pues todo te entrege mi libertad se fue tambien Pues vivo preso de este gran amor Como olvidarte sin ti la vida es para mi un desastre T
Me piden mis amigos que te olvide Que el mundo no termina si no estas aqui Pero que puedo hacer si solo vives Clavada en los requerdos sin poder salir Si no estas junto a mi lo se no lo soportare Aprendi a quererte fiel tatuada estas en mi alma y en la piel Como olvidarte si estas presente en mi en cada detalle Pues todo te entrege mi libertad se fue tambien Pues vivo preso de este gran amor Como olvidarte sin ti la vida es para mi un desastre T
When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash!
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass
(*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
The fuckin' shit is real
Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*)
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the shit is real
The fuckin shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Verse Two:
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
*?Deep in shit?* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daug
Visiting Hours Are Over Lyrics
all this time it felt right you were in teh dark i was waiting for you to see all the wrong inside of me waiting around for your touch waiting around as the silence forms and the dial tone lets me know that i'm alone i've been falling out wanting out these last few months trying to sort it out or wait it out, it's what we do best i turned and i walked out while you were standing still we fell SO FAST we never asked
ter all this time it felt right you were in teh dark i was waiting for you to see all the wrong inside of me waiting around for your touch waiting around as the silence forms and the dial tone lets me know that i'm alone i've been falling out wanting out these last few months trying to sort it out or wait it out, it's what we do best i turned and i walked out while you were standing still we fell SO FAST we never asked
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle Tan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin shit around the way and over block
But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock
And my crew is mad deep
I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
The fucking shit is real
Chorus
Verse Three:
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know ya style, I've seen it before
You say you don't like the way we look Well fuck off I ain't some dying dog that you can kick So fuck off It's so easy to fall into that hole And you're the one who cast me in that role If you loved me would you call me a social parasite And who's the one to tell me whether it's wrong or right You say you don't like the place I live Well get out There ain't no vacancy in my bed So get out It's so easy to fall into that hole And
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
You fakin' the funk, kid
And you'd be *?kidnapped?* the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come from crypt with that ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with
And all y'all bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out
The fuckin shit is real
Chorus
Outro:
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts
Messengers Of Funk, strictly Roots
My man Four Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*Premier cuts "Fat Joe's in town