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Fat Joe - Say Word lyrics
Fat Joe] Yeah<b> </b>don't get it fucked up This shit is realer than you think Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream Drivin them beemers<b> </b>them NSX's<b> </b>them Lexus All up in the clubs<b> </b>buyin out the bars and shit Uhh<b> </b>money man in the house Yeah<b> </b>uhh.. Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin Forever be forever great It's the same shit tomorrow<b> </b>eulogies of sorrow Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ? It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done Remember that, I dismember cats that act A plain and simple fact is I react on impact I'm plenty versatile, wild Have you screamin like your head short a few vials No more slabs and dollar cabs Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast Extra dark tints, for sticky events Suspense makes the lead dispense A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties Transportin through a airport securities In cahoots with the San Juan authorities Hated by majorities, loved by minorities Uhh, the top dog, ?? Hazardous to your health like smog Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X) (Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word! You best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe [Fat Joe] Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday Inn, so I can get her and a friend Menage a trois livin the life of a star Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams While you suckers havin limousine dreams I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up Word to mother, shit is realer than you think Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin (Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook Terror Squad's everywhere you look Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook Chorus 1.5X [Fat Joe] Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank 1-7-0 Joe Notorious One, yeah Uncle Dan got my back Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace |
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