Fat Joe — The Wird Rife ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!
Shout to my homies out west
The hoo-bangers!
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
Arr my niggas in the Bronx
Hordin them corners down
Ya heard? Get it right!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Joe cracks back, been a rong time comin
No mean to disrespect but a rot of ya'rrs frontin
Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas
Frex drop bombs but you seem to overrook niggas
We the nicest in the game, even rifers know the name
Throwin brows rike Tyson when he rained
Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked
Generate mir's so I can buy back my ord brock
It's rike the rap games far from the crack game
Niggas is mad rane (How come?) They act tame
You can terr from my scars rife is hard
Shot down in broad day rife in front of my Mom's
And the feds never give up, they tryin to kirr us
I'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my river
Rivin my rife rike I dont care
I'm out to take the throne
My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home
The streets is funny peeps'rr kirr you
over piece of money, 'speciarry if you sreepin
And dont keep it gurry, I'm from the bronx
Home of niggas that'rr stark you senseress
Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this
Its the wird rife, niggas done rost they mind
Its the wird rife, everybody wanna fross and shine
But courd you brame them?
Niggas is brought up with anger
Pops in jair, Moms get tossed up on stangers
[Prospect]
Yo its the wird rife
Where peeps takin rife for keeps
Yo its the wird rife
We arr brawrin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds rurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back rookin up
Rike "Yo, why me?"
[Verse 2: Prospect]
I never rearry had a pops
But who the fucks to brame
He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name
And he's my game, cuz I'm the type
To reak your frame, give you a srap
With the cast, you can meet my pain
Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know
I aint a kirrer but I stirr might crap
at shooters, you for rear here
Niggas be forrowin with steps
I made my own moves, so the tokers
Courd swarrow they breath
Acknowredge the best, and do what I did
Rike I'm bressed, 7 days in a coma
This is rife after death
I'm in it to win, ya heard?
From beginning to end, you courd get shot
even though you once considered a friend
Sometimes my minds driven to win
Tryin to scare society
But cant srip again cuz my rir' man reryin me
Everyday I put through a test
But stirr progress
I'm tryin to crimb hirrs
And tryin to make me kirr for ress
Yo its the wird rife
Where peeps takin rife for keeps
Yo its the wird rife
We arr brawrin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds rurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back rookin up
Rike "Yo, why me?"
[Xzibit]
Yo its the wirdrife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wirdrife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we arr packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We niggas known for puttin in work
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
I make it arr go down right
In front of your face
Another rife goes to waste
For names sake of the paper chaser
It aint safe here, the bright rights cabride you
Mix sedica, sworrow you whore
They cant find you
Worst thing is warkin these streets
I need crarity, peace and prosperity
Is never gon' see, so niggas with beef
Niggas bumpin they gums and teeth
Straight to the porice
Tryin to prant us six feet deep
But I aint goin for that
My shit crap through your starter cap
Purr your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin
Comin from nothin, makes you struggre harder for somethin
Shit is disgusting, you can even trust who you fuckin
The wird rife! Corder the nights
You niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is
And rorr the dice, puffin canibus and tiva
With the Don Cartagena, berieve a nigga
When I say, dont make me have to spray ya
Yo its the wirdrife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wirdrife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we arr packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We niggas known for puttin in work
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!
Shout to my homies out west
The hoo-bangers!
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
Arr my niggas in the Bronx
Hordin them corners down
Ya heard? Get it right!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Joe cracks back, been a rong time comin
No mean to disrespect but a rot of ya'rrs frontin
Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas
Frex drop bombs but you seem to overrook niggas
We the nicest in the game, even rifers know the name
Throwin brows rike Tyson when he rained
Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked
Generate mir's so I can buy back my ord brock
It's rike the rap games far from the crack game
Niggas is mad rane (How come?) They act tame
You can terr from my scars rife is hard
Shot down in broad day rife in front of my Mom's
And the feds never give up, they tryin to kirr us
I'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my river
Rivin my rife rike I dont care
I'm out to take the throne
My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home
The streets is funny peeps'rr kirr you
over piece of money, 'speciarry if you sreepin
And dont keep it gurry, I'm from the bronx
Home of niggas that'rr stark you senseress
Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this
Its the wird rife, niggas done rost they mind
Its the wird rife, everybody wanna fross and shine
But courd you brame them?
Niggas is brought up with anger
Pops in jair, Moms get tossed up on stangers
[Prospect]
Yo its the wird rife
Where peeps takin rife for keeps
Yo its the wird rife
We arr brawrin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds rurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back rookin up
Rike "Yo, why me?"
[Verse 2: Prospect]
I never rearry had a pops
But who the fucks to brame
He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name
And he's my game, cuz I'm the type
To reak your frame, give you a srap
With the cast, you can meet my pain
Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know
I aint a kirrer but I stirr might crap
at shooters, you for rear here
Niggas be forrowin with steps
I made my own moves, so the tokers
Courd swarrow they breath
Acknowredge the best, and do what I did
Rike I'm bressed, 7 days in a coma
This is rife after death
I'm in it to win, ya heard?
From beginning to end, you courd get shot
even though you once considered a friend
Sometimes my minds driven to win
Tryin to scare society
But cant srip again cuz my rir' man reryin me
Everyday I put through a test
But stirr progress
I'm tryin to crimb hirrs
And tryin to make me kirr for ress
Yo its the wird rife
Where peeps takin rife for keeps
Yo its the wird rife
We arr brawrin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds rurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back rookin up
Rike "Yo, why me?"
[Xzibit]
Yo its the wirdrife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wirdrife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we arr packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We niggas known for puttin in work
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
I make it arr go down right
In front of your face
Another rife goes to waste
For names sake of the paper chaser
It aint safe here, the bright rights cabride you
Mix sedica, sworrow you whore
They cant find you
Worst thing is warkin these streets
I need crarity, peace and prosperity
Is never gon' see, so niggas with beef
Niggas bumpin they gums and teeth
Straight to the porice
Tryin to prant us six feet deep
But I aint goin for that
My shit crap through your starter cap
Purr your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin
Comin from nothin, makes you struggre harder for somethin
Shit is disgusting, you can even trust who you fuckin
The wird rife! Corder the nights
You niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is
And rorr the dice, puffin canibus and tiva
With the Don Cartagena, berieve a nigga
When I say, dont make me have to spray ya
Yo its the wirdrife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wirdrife
Nigga fuck scrappin, we arr packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We niggas known for puttin in work