- Fat Joe Bronx Tale 歌詞
- Fat Joe
- Intro：krs-one
Music please
Yes, welcome to jealous ones envy
Wed like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a relativity records product, artist fat joe
My name is krs-one
And of course were gonna bring the noise
Cause we can never be toys
Verse one: krs-one, fat joe
Yes i am the ultimate, uttering ultimatums for the fun of it
It appears to me you dont know who you fuckin with
You cant see this with bifocals cause youre local
Cant hang with my vocals, better you fuck with sonny bono
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no
You might think you a rotc but i dont give a fuck though
Im rolling hard like god for the squad black
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know im sayin though
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Dont get caught up in my sector, or ima haveta inject ya
With a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake mcs and wannabes best to quote this
Fat joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like sonny up in bronx tale
Will i fail? i doubt it
Im the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back mcs claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming 'were not worthy!'
Youse a has been, actually you aint been
I betouring, while you be home taping
So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is wheres your hit record
You claim im jocking, claim im on your dick, wheres your witnesses ?
If im on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
Chorus:
'if youre feeling lucky duck, then press your luck' - jeru
'up up up and away cuz i dont play clown' - kool g rap
'if youre feeling lucky duck, then press your luck' - jeru
'buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down' - kool g rap
Verse two: fat joe
As we proceed to lock it down, dont get it fucked up
We be the kings of the boogie down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing mcs like that warden up in alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Its fat joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, im payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the boogie down
Now how the fuck you sound? (yeahhh)
Aint no army that could harm me or bomb me
Cmon g you clowns aint got a fucking thing on me
Im flashy like white linen (tell em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning
Im down with kris and aint no stopping me
Im out for bronx and monopoly with chicks on top of me
Its my philosophy, but for now its in the corridor
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
These motherfuckers dont want it
(word to mother joe, these niggaz dont want it!)
Chorus
Verse three: krs-one
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you aint worthy
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find im your boss
With krs-one up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
Youre mr. john gotti the don, but youre just another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazine dating back to, tougher than leather
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap god in bed
Fore i slap you way back in the dayz like ahmad
Dont get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz youll get set up
My crew dont let up, i be dead up in this piece (tell em)
Recognize its blastmaster krs-one
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east
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