Fat Joe's in Town (Explicit)

Fat Joe's in Town - Fat Joe (肥仔喬)

Written by：Fat Joe/L.E.S.

Yeah

The fat gangsta

Here comes the n**ga 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 n**gaz cards

You know the situation zulu nation

Never forget the bronx because the bronx the foundation

Fat joe aka joey crack

N**gaz be like he's fat

B**ches be like he's all that

Motherf**kers know my rep I never fronted

N**gaz be talking mad sh*t but they don't want it

It's the realer mc the drug dealer mc

If a n**ga fake jax I'm gonna kill a mc

Yeah you can't handle the truth

F**k around and get thrown off the project roof

Mad lives have been lost and forgotten

N**gaz 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 hiphop sh*t 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 com'in with the bomb bass

For the underground heads

Flex got the most serge got the landspread

Keeping sh*t real n**gaz know the deal

Just through trial and com'in down on appeal

Microphone joe I own it

B**ches wanna bone it

Blowing 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 motherf**king chrome

Word to tone

Big daddy I know he's chilling

Peace to all the villains out of state making millions cause

Ah

Microphone check one two one two

Shouts to the east and the west coast crew

Whatever you do keep this hiphop sh*t true

That's all I ask of you

Microphone check one two one two

Shouts to the east and the west coast crew

Whatever you do keep this hiphop sh*t true

That's all I ask of you

From the bronx to queensbridge on back to redhook

Never lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked

Fat joe army fatigue and black chuckers

Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherf**kers

I'm trying to see cream in the millions retire

And go play golf with russell simmons

That's the type of mission that I'm on

Aiyyo my word is bond

I keep a army just as deep as farrakhan

You can't deal with the man

Who be holding down the fort with the gauge in his hand

I know you love the way

I grab the mic and spark it

You hookers'll never get your hands

Inside my pockets

Microphone check one two one two

Shouts to the east and the west coast crew

Whatever you do keep this hiphop sh*t true

That's all I ask of you

Microphone check one two one two

Shouts to the east and the west coast crew

Whatever you do keep this hiphop sh*t true

That's all I ask of you

Everybody

Ev ev ev ev everybody

Every every

Everybody knows fat

Fat fat fat

Fat fat fat

Joe's in town