| Lyrics: | {*DJ cuts "Guess who's back?"*}
[Fat Joe]
Yeah..
The Fat Gangsta..
Here
comes the nigga from the East
who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public
enemy, rapper at large
who's known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards
You know
the situation, Zulu Nation
Never forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe,
a.k.a. Joey Crack
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all that
Motherfuckers know
my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the realer
MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC
Yeah, you can't handle the
truth
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives have been lost and
forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten
Microphone check,
one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this
hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I ask of you.."}
When I step in the jam all eyes are on
me
Sold out crowds, with curiosity
Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip
it?
Microphone gifted, unrealistic
Comin with the bomb bass for the underground
heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the landspread
Keepin shit real, niggaz know the
deal
Just through trial and comin down on appeal
Microphone Joe I own it, bitches wanna bone
it
Blowin out the tweeters in your musical component
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that
so?
You remember me from, "You know ya got to Flow"
One time for your mind off the top of a
dome
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know
he's chillin
Peace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause |
