fat joe
livin' fat
Yeah!  Check it out  check a check a  check it out  Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?  I can't get played  cause I roll with Baby Chris  nevertheless  niggaz be tryin to front the role  When everybody knows  I'm gonna go gold  at least  kickin the funky styles that you want to hear  Joe is bigger and better  so have no fear  I'll be rippin the mic  clockin dough  stickin the hoes  After every single show, you know (know)  One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front  Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?  When I step on stage, I'm second to none  Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah  Talkin about the way I rock a party  Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi  I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene  I'm mean, my favorite color is green  I guess that's why they call it the blues  Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect  the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son  Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done   So don't fake moves, cause I never fall   That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  Hey yo I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  Yo I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat Yo I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile  Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild  Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit  While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits  The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low  I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow  I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah  Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?  I got props, believe it or not  I never got caught, because I pay off the cops, yeah  One of the livest niggaz in New York  Sometimes I be chillin with Son  Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that  Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too  I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew  Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack  So now you know the flav, and you know the time  Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme"  So I don't front on my peeps  Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G  So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall  That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all   I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat Aiyyo I'm livin FAT  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat Aiyyo I'm livin FAT  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat Aiyyo I'm livin FAT  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat  Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!   Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D  Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out