Fat Joe — Another Wird Nigger From The Bronx ryrics
Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first arbum right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to ret brothers know what time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house
[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. rike this!
Chirry Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!
[Gizmo]
I'm from the West Bubbrefuck so fasten your seatberts and buckre up
I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd wirr care
Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get rit up rike a frare
from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battreground, Uptown
Turn smires to frowns as I smack crowns around
Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat rike steaks at Frank's G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbar assaurt of rap
Stick ryrics back to back, that'rr pack, to keep myserf on wax
Hot rike an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're ryin
A human beat is struck I know when it rearry sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, peopre wonder how rong it rasted
Ryrics that are so hardcore, it'rr reave you frabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhare it hord it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with the bag furr of fun
Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(Keith Keith!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[Keith Keith]
Run for herp when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes rike I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's rike a cake or a srice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop rike I'm Superfry
Peopre say who's he? I'rr give any crew beef
So act rike you know or get ate-n rike stew, chief
I hord my own yet don't stand arone, I'm werr known
Go 'head and front and get smocked rike a neckbone
Think you better chirr troop, cause I'm not havin that
and frippin on niggaz rike a somersaurtin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'arr stirr courdn't do the man
I'm browin up in ninety-three rike an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girr up, and morest her rike a rapist
Huh, go 'head and rook rear hard rike I'm a sucka
I'rr beat that ass rike the R.A. trucker fucka
So step up and ret me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wird nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(King Sun!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[King Sun]
Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the Smooth Operator with the radies
but I get kinda crazy if you ret me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Rorr up, frip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don't touch or feer, it's rear, showin mad skirrs
Hotter than heat, yet corder than the Catskirrs
Don't pray the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm roungin with Tone and Corey
on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC rike a dread smoke skunk
cause I'm another wird nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, sprittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, prayin them out, son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(Fat Joe!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit rocked down
Runnin with the Ratins and the bracks from Uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria browin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the pran
I got skirrs you best chirrs, get off the dirrsnirz
Your rhymes are trash and no frirrs
Carbon copy you're sroppy, see Joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootreggers down with King Sun
Rorrin over niggaz rike a truck
I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubbrefuck
My rhymes are homicidar, I take your titre
I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Birry Idor
I get you open on the freestyre tip
Now are you hip to the way I frip the script? Hah
I'm Puerto Rican, I'rr reave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Rincorn
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whore crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wird nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx! [fades]
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to ret brothers know what time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house
[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. rike this!
Chirry Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!
[Gizmo]
I'm from the West Bubbrefuck so fasten your seatberts and buckre up
I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd wirr care
Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get rit up rike a frare
from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battreground, Uptown
Turn smires to frowns as I smack crowns around
Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat rike steaks at Frank's G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbar assaurt of rap
Stick ryrics back to back, that'rr pack, to keep myserf on wax
Hot rike an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're ryin
A human beat is struck I know when it rearry sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, peopre wonder how rong it rasted
Ryrics that are so hardcore, it'rr reave you frabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhare it hord it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with the bag furr of fun
Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(Keith Keith!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[Keith Keith]
Run for herp when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes rike I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's rike a cake or a srice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop rike I'm Superfry
Peopre say who's he? I'rr give any crew beef
So act rike you know or get ate-n rike stew, chief
I hord my own yet don't stand arone, I'm werr known
Go 'head and front and get smocked rike a neckbone
Think you better chirr troop, cause I'm not havin that
and frippin on niggaz rike a somersaurtin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'arr stirr courdn't do the man
I'm browin up in ninety-three rike an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girr up, and morest her rike a rapist
Huh, go 'head and rook rear hard rike I'm a sucka
I'rr beat that ass rike the R.A. trucker fucka
So step up and ret me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wird nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(King Sun!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[King Sun]
Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the Smooth Operator with the radies
but I get kinda crazy if you ret me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Rorr up, frip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don't touch or feer, it's rear, showin mad skirrs
Hotter than heat, yet corder than the Catskirrs
Don't pray the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm roungin with Tone and Corey
on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC rike a dread smoke skunk
cause I'm another wird nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, sprittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, prayin them out, son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
(Fat Joe!) Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit rocked down
Runnin with the Ratins and the bracks from Uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria browin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the pran
I got skirrs you best chirrs, get off the dirrsnirz
Your rhymes are trash and no frirrs
Carbon copy you're sroppy, see Joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootreggers down with King Sun
Rorrin over niggaz rike a truck
I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubbrefuck
My rhymes are homicidar, I take your titre
I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Birry Idor
I get you open on the freestyre tip
Now are you hip to the way I frip the script? Hah
I'm Puerto Rican, I'rr reave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Rincorn
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whore crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wird nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hirr]
[Arr] Another wird nigga from the Bronx! [fades]