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Fat Joe - Pendemic lyrics
[Fat Joe] Yeah, uh I don't give a fuck, fuck you Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me, CRACK Hahaha, this is the Pendemic [Verse] We getting poppin', them hammers go The spanish bro, (Crucial Conflict), I'm (Do or Die) with the flow Joe Pesci in Casino, ya know Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road Yeah, I'm being honest your honor, I killed a man But he was a fucking problem your honor They say Joey's a killer, everytime body shit Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this You know me, I'm a one man army Even though millions'll follow just like Ghandi I'm Malcolm, shit I bring it out 'em Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea Or spit conscience shit just to win a Grammy? Nah, they gonna listen to me All of Big Pun is flowing through me Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rolling with me I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying But you'd be surprised where my music be playin' That's what they want to hear Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer I keep gunning for 'em, they keep running from me I'm about my money give a fuck, I'm living comfortably Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto Sweatpants saggin cause I'm packing heavy metal Yeah I made the switch from clear tops to yellow Mami yelling out the Window *Oye, dejate con eso¡* I hate that nigga, he makes me sick man, look at him Soon as I get enough I'ma cuff 'em and throw the book at him He ain't get all this shit from that fucking rap money And everytime we stop him, he thinks something's funny Shit, heard he sells cracks on the block caught a body Listen to his raps, he calls himself John Gotti Officer, officer, please don't be bias Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars? We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Sensationalize bring packs 'cross state And y'all niggaz lying cause young nigga dying Over in Iraq, yeah families are crying Controversy like oil for food Worldwide Pendemic now we got the bird flu Africa's in crisis, please give aid Must we do everything like organize for our age Katrina, Katrina, oh Ms. Katrina I'm looking for some benefits, tell me have you seen her [Fat Joe] Yeah...this is the Pendemic We outta here...(crack)...see you next time if there is a next time "Thanks to Joey Crack the Gangsta rapper Do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra"...CRACK Bye [echoes] |
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