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Fat Joe - Bronx Tale lyrics
Featuring KRS One] Intro: KRS One Music please Yes<b> </b>welcome to Jealous One's Envy We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product It is a Relativity Records product<b> </b>artist Fat Joe My name is KRS One And of course we're gonna bring THE noise Cause we can never be toys Verse One: KRS One<b> </b>Fat Joe Yes I am the ultimate<b> </b>uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local Can't 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 don't give a fuck though I'm 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 I'm sayin though The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya with a slab of this lyrical dope shit Fake MC's and wannabe's 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 I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!" Youse a has been, actually you ain't been I be touring, while you be home taping So what punk, you could battle in a second Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses? If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis Chorus: "If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru "Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown" - Kool G Rap "If you're 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, don't get it fucked up We be the kings of the Boogie Down All we do is spark izm and get cash Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!) It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh) Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me I'm flashy like white linen (tell em) Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator These motherfuckers don't want it (Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!) Chorus Verse Three: KRS-One Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy My style is too curvy, what you tellin me But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your boss With KRS-One up in your memory I know your kind, you rap write You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're 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 Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em) Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East |
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