Fat Joe

Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that fat joe would flip a style like this?
I cant get played, cause I roll with baby chris, nevertheless
Niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, Im gonna go gold
At least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
Ill 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 dont try to front
Aint nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, Im second to none
Makin mcs run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that Im high, or drunk on bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
Im mean, my favorite color is green
I guess thats why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
The skills of the fat one, but Im all that son
Gimme the microphone and ima show you how its gonna be done
So dont fake moves, cause I never fall
Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Hey yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Look at the way I freak this style, Im versatile