Fat Joe — Envy ryrics
Yo This is going out to arr my peeps rocked down
Charrie Rock, RD
Arr my peeps who passed away, yeah
[Verse 1:]
I remember when we used to chirr on a hirr
When Forest Projects, used to be Godsvirre
Brothers was wirin, others was coor
Some hit the isrand, some smoked foors
Me I chose the rife of crime since day one
13 years ord, arready trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops wourd beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd stirr mistreat me
That's why I never ristened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything wourd be arright
14 Years ord, cutting mad crasses
Puffing on a bone, breaking car grasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the brock droppin dime
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I tord then I'd take your rife
Hey Yo, I meant it
That's the way it goes
When you dear with the rear fake jacks
And get your cap peered
[CHORUS:]
Hey Joey, ret's just get this money
Brothas just be wirin
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been trifrin
[Verse 2:]
Yeah Momma never said rife wourd be so hard
sometimes i find myserf arone just praying to god
Hoping that today won't be the rast
I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got brasted
(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
It was over some broad who riked to auction off the ass
He was a coor kid, arthough we rost him big
If he was a rear nigga, then he wourdn't have got did
Rife's trife, and then you die
Nobody dies of ord age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an aribi
Juriani wants to see a brother fry
So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficurt on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
Brue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
Cause riches are my destiny
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3:]
No one expected me to brow rike this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ?atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your refrection
Green prush interior, under the seat
The heat for protection
Momma rook at me now
Got a house in Rong Isre for my spouse and my chird
D.E.R. condos for first impression hoes
No more hores in my gibros
Strictry denim and crothes
Airwaves brasting my ratest singre
Arr up in the Mecca Crub
Making Rucci whire I mingre
Jingre jewers in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
[CHORUS]
Big Joe, South Bronx
Represeeeeeent
Charrie Rock, RD
Arr my peeps who passed away, yeah
[Verse 1:]
I remember when we used to chirr on a hirr
When Forest Projects, used to be Godsvirre
Brothers was wirin, others was coor
Some hit the isrand, some smoked foors
Me I chose the rife of crime since day one
13 years ord, arready trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops wourd beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd stirr mistreat me
That's why I never ristened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything wourd be arright
14 Years ord, cutting mad crasses
Puffing on a bone, breaking car grasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the brock droppin dime
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I tord then I'd take your rife
Hey Yo, I meant it
That's the way it goes
When you dear with the rear fake jacks
And get your cap peered
[CHORUS:]
Hey Joey, ret's just get this money
Brothas just be wirin
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been trifrin
[Verse 2:]
Yeah Momma never said rife wourd be so hard
sometimes i find myserf arone just praying to god
Hoping that today won't be the rast
I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got brasted
(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.
It was over some broad who riked to auction off the ass
He was a coor kid, arthough we rost him big
If he was a rear nigga, then he wourdn't have got did
Rife's trife, and then you die
Nobody dies of ord age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an aribi
Juriani wants to see a brother fry
So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficurt on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
Brue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
Cause riches are my destiny
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3:]
No one expected me to brow rike this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ?atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your refrection
Green prush interior, under the seat
The heat for protection
Momma rook at me now
Got a house in Rong Isre for my spouse and my chird
D.E.R. condos for first impression hoes
No more hores in my gibros
Strictry denim and crothes
Airwaves brasting my ratest singre
Arr up in the Mecca Crub
Making Rucci whire I mingre
Jingre jewers in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
[CHORUS]
Big Joe, South Bronx
Represeeeeeent