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Ninety-three it's time man

(All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin..)

A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)

Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough!

Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)

Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough!

Boom bip, BAM, here I am

Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I'm the man

Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker

Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker

So niggaz back up, yo I'ma set it

Fuckin with me, you won't live to regret it

I don't fake moves, I break peeps

I'm takin niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps

See I don't give a fuck about a niggaz rep

We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit

I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch

I cut the niggaz head off, and sent it to his fuckin bitch

I ain't lettin a nigga take the stand

Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man

See suckers can't hang with the slang

And if they bring the whole gang

well then they'll all catch a bang-bang

I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down

Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town

See everybody knows my pedigree

There ain't another motherfuckers that's better than me

I could make em pump, I could make em jump

But I'm mostly known for givin other niggaz lumps

So niggaz better chill and maintain

I'm blowin motherfuckers out the frame

And if a nigga try to flex

Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex

I wet a motherfucker like a shower

Don't test the Puerto Rican power

Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three

Peace to Grand Pu', and my man Diamond D

So _Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down_

Yeah, but for now watch the sound

Watch de sound when I tim-berr

Check it

Yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin flow

Niggaz know the game

It's time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame

Guess who comes to represent?

If you motherfuckers don't know, well here's a hint

It's the God and I still bag chicks

Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks

So come on cause I'm comin for the basket

Say goodbye to your friends, and start headin for the casket

So Doogie make the daquiris; and light the chocolate

that you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory

Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga

See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through with the Hilfiger

Cause I flips the flavor-loo

It's good for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this

no matter what the fuck you do

I smash that ass like a block of hash

Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass

Watch de sound when I tim-berr

Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step

I earn my respect then quiet as kept

Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck

Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check

I make more dough than Gregory Peck

Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check

I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer

Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler

So back up, and take a good look, because you should look

at what a good cook, can do without a fuckin cookbook

I don't sniff coke, and I don't smoke coolies

Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie

But niggaz call me JoJo

I'm quick to stick a chick, cause I kick the Willie BoBo

on the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside

You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried

to pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one?

(What?) He got his motherfuckin ass done

(Yeah!) So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump

Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got the mumps

See I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

Don't try to play yourself, cause you'll be stuck with

a motherfuckin ice pick right through the cheek

I'm leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street

I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest

Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less

You want a fair one, FORGET IT

And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it

So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough (yeah)

I pull your card cause you're soft like fluff kid

I never ever did a bid

I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid

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