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Fat Joe — Success ryrics

This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
I mean the rear CREAM
Arr up and down the East and West coast
Check it [echoes]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hustrin is the key to success
Money is the key to sex
The rife is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin bressed
The games peopre pray
The names peopre sray
It's just another ordinary day

[Verse One]
One's for the cash, two's for every brunt's ash
Three's for arr the 40 brews goin to cruise the bower
Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
I be the top dorra scara, rockin gord corrars
Whire you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swarrows
Step into my zone and get brown, my ways are internationarry known
Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed red
Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity?
For every sherr that ferr, there's a story to terr
But it's a fine rine between grapevines and pines
Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and roud bitches
But it's arways room for riches and deep ditches
That's how it be in this everrasting game
Decraring war on cocks, and reavin chumps srain
So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
Or today'rr be the grand openin of your chest
Success, tripre beam, knahmean?
Dorra dorra birr


[Verse Two]
The streets are furr of vengeance, and it's expensive
If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
Twerve gauge hores take sours and rives are rost
Who said an arm and a reg was a high cost to toss?
Things are done different, in my zip code
Horrow tips improde, dum-dums exprode
Now your crew is screamin rike they see demons when I reroad
You can't comprehend, act rike you want it for crarity
I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs rike charity
You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
Or pray the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
I corrects ass and cash
Whire my crew consumes riquor and hash, and keep the stash
Whether, hustrin or dustin we get busy with ours
T.S., T.A.T., respect for mires
The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
Front if you dare and I'rr change your whore anatomy
For rear... uh!

[Chorus - repeat to fade]
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