Watch Out

Fat Joe1995年11月1日

Watch Out - Fat Joe

Written by:Fat Joe

Producer:Diamond D



Straight out the heroing infested streets of the Bronx


Home of corrupt cops

Where n**gas get they motherf**king wigs pushed back

Even if they don't fake jax


Fat Joe bringing forth the illest motherf**kers

In this whole rap game


Hey yo Armageddon let these motherf**kers know


You look I look you invite it I took

I forever wearing it you know stone cold crook

What's truth what's lie Who's people who spy

It's life and death choose live or die

Ultimates who made em why do we even exist

When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness

For any touch there's a feeling

Touch and y'all felt

We can exchange shots until our chambers melt

There's mad tension in the air mad tension in the air

Over one man's stare you wanna dare yo Crack

Eject the Tech from the glove compartment

Lay out the lead spray and flame him up like arson

It's dangerous business

Opposites these strangers be bending opposites

So put your face in mine best brace your spine

Cause opposites may attract but they don't combine

My impact so fat you feel your vertabrates grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind

When my slugs connect and strike your major arteries

When my fists connect they causing major injuries

What you know Junior You not evil


Uhh the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine we be busting out nines

Hey yo Punisher hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'

My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid

I blast a pig and slit his throat just for Toom and L

My skills' a human' I choke & puff shell puffing boom in Hell

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away

Then snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun away

Me and my brothers play hardball

Strictly hardcore lyrics til I'm finished breaking God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it I'm feeling high then buddhaed

So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid

The spot I blew it at an early age ever since the curly braids

I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls

Just load the Glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers

Don't stop or pause let the shotty go up his butt

To finish up punching body blows and uppercuts

The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it

Whether rain or shine we be busting out nines

Hey yo Keith Nut hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme

Yo I cause damage rap's red-handed bandit

Well I'll be god d**nit I kick a** like I'm yo' parents

Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order

Got kicked out my church cause I got caught f**king my preacher's daughter

Menace like Dennis on the MIC

You best run son I'm sending emcees up sh*t's creek

So don't sleep cause I creep on New York streets

Like I'm a big fat dick wack emcees is a**-cheeks

Yo I'm that n**ga that'll kidnap yo' kids

Take em home f**k em good then send em back to you in bandages

You lose cause I got the ill street and still keep

The toast close and rep-a resent-a the East coast

So watch your back black Bronx n**gas don't play

If you ever fake jax I'll slit yo' throat like OJ


Yeah that's my motherf**king crew

Straight out the South Bronx


The livest motherf**king corners of the Bronx


Keeping in realer my motherf**king n**ga Keith Nut


Armageddon the Redding

My n**ga Big Dog Punisher


Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp


All you motherf**kers know the times yeah


Watch your motherf**king back


Blow out the back of your domepiece


DITC forever motherf**kers