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Lyrics for Firewater by Fat Joe:



Artist:Fat Joe
Taken from the album Envy Promotional 12 by Fat Joe
Album:Envy Promotional 12
Track:Firewater
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:133
 
Lyrics:Featuring Big Punisher Raekwon The Chef]
< 4:30 in the morning mira

you know what I mean mira
let's get this money sorted and counted word

know what I mean dame te culo mami
give me my shit back mira
hey yo
Fat Joe and them is here now word
shine like marbles
collects diamonds
the remix add on son
politic for the real ones...>

Chorus Raekwon
We get knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast
shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner....
Raekwon-
Yo, control this rap
like Napoleon
Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in
Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah

Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass

Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell,well

Make 'em yell again, so sleek
But I'm a be maxin' in suites
Countin' your
paper and countin' your sheeps
Hittin' your chick in Jeeps
Miraculously, attack your
faculty, who wanna tackle me?
You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free
What?, you got
heat, you better pop those
We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes

That rock those, much land discoveries
Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly
Who livin'
lovily, half a brick to cover me
So dissin' me, come on now listen G,
You's a dime
I'm a key
Thun, thun straight out of Sicily
Now, back to the stash crib
Joey
Crack baggin' up cracks
One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!
chorus
Fat Joe-

Word ...life, I'll be the infamous
Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest

Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official

I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson
Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven

Gives me an erection
You need protection from the smooth assassin
Who really
moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas
Execution fashion
Now who's the fat one that
you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with
my snub 38
It doesn't take much to make me restless
Look at my face and definite
lose your breath
truck my face is Lexus
You want to test this, so really?,

I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry
I'm very dangerous and
well-connected
I puff an L with Method, then try to
Decide who's next to fill his
neck slit
So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost
Wu Tang, your terror
squad, vaya con Dios!
chorus
Punisher-
You guys despise guys like us

Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus
You cuss and claim a bust
You lust for a part
of us, you thrust
But can't touch
Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust

Put the pressure on the mic, I biz
Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back

We're having sex, tight-ass flex
Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek

Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex
My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
Sosa
diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my
gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart,
punctuate your fate
All your version predicates
Done as well as you pronunciate

In the (west)?,we're gonna break you off the isle
Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no
surrender
chorus
Fat Joe-
Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'

Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons
Divisin' ideas
with masterminders
Movin' on a stash of diamonds
First we get the cash, then we
laugh like miners
Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard
But when it come to money,
son, I'm not the one to laugh with
I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers
Me
and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas
Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others

You's the best, yet, and still
I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch

Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in
Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to
God, like evangelists
Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches....
Big shout to my
man Raekwon, word is bond
 
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