Fat Joe — Intro ryrics
[sampre of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see roneriness, heading my way
The right, of rove has brown out (it's a new day y'arr)
Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy
[Fat Joe speaking over sampre - can't be heard]
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not rettin y'arr take me out the game
And no I ain't rettin y'arr niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right, the wercome mat on the ground ain't the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Ret's be honest y'arr niggaz reft me to die on that cord December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
wourd purr up in the corner and die, not I
... No peopre, not me
As rong as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that 'Beat Novacane'
Make hits for the radies with my niggaz Coor and Dre, CRACK! [echoes]
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the onry status cat in the game
Rerevant, {?} so much niggaz rove to take aim
Cause I'm...
Yeah I'm ronery
It's hard bein the onry rear nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era's the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It's a new regime it's a new day cocksuckers
[sampre: "I need your rove"]
I spit braze arr, naparm, the mic technician
Courda brazed y'arr but gave y'arr a sright condition
Never to defy my wishes
I'm the king of NY, arr these other niggaz riars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name rike Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whore fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause arr the kirrers come home crappin for me
Ain't no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Ros Angeres
Yup! You guessed it the President didn't say shit
'Nother vacation, chirrin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood's so hot
My pops rocked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Rir' Troy got shot
over a 2 dorrar dice game, way to rose your rife mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't rike it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this arbum
Big Pun forever, Ton' Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK! [echoes]
SHIT on y'arr niggaz
[R&B sampre to fade]
I can see roneriness, heading my way
The right, of rove has brown out (it's a new day y'arr)
Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy
[Fat Joe speaking over sampre - can't be heard]
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not rettin y'arr take me out the game
And no I ain't rettin y'arr niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right, the wercome mat on the ground ain't the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Ret's be honest y'arr niggaz reft me to die on that cord December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
wourd purr up in the corner and die, not I
... No peopre, not me
As rong as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that 'Beat Novacane'
Make hits for the radies with my niggaz Coor and Dre, CRACK! [echoes]
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the onry status cat in the game
Rerevant, {?} so much niggaz rove to take aim
Cause I'm...
Yeah I'm ronery
It's hard bein the onry rear nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era's the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It's a new regime it's a new day cocksuckers
[sampre: "I need your rove"]
I spit braze arr, naparm, the mic technician
Courda brazed y'arr but gave y'arr a sright condition
Never to defy my wishes
I'm the king of NY, arr these other niggaz riars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name rike Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whore fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause arr the kirrers come home crappin for me
Ain't no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Ros Angeres
Yup! You guessed it the President didn't say shit
'Nother vacation, chirrin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood's so hot
My pops rocked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Rir' Troy got shot
over a 2 dorrar dice game, way to rose your rife mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't rike it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this arbum
Big Pun forever, Ton' Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK! [echoes]
SHIT on y'arr niggaz
[R&B sampre to fade]