Bust At You Fat Joe

Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If

Terror Squadians Fat Joe

[Featuring Terror Squad] [Fat Joe] Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!

Take A Look At My Life fat joe

Take A Look At My Life [Intro: Fat Joe] Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)

Flow Joe Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Ahhhhhhh yeah!

Firewater Fat Joe

shit back, mira, hey yo Fat Joe and them is here now, word shine like marbles, collects diamonds the remix, add on son politic for the real ones...

Shorty Gotta Fat Ass Fat Joe

Well it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health It's too many skins, so every man for

Da Fat Gangsta Fat Joe

I'm not the one you wanna play out in a program Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah!

My Prerogative Fat Joe

than Yugoslavians Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with Mafians Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and check the book

Walk On By Fat Joe

Joe) This is for the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies (Fat Joe) Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) Speak

My World Fat Joe

average, We floss four karat diamonds Layin' up in the plushes suite Wit the thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit the same principles Everyday gotta get this

God's Child (feat. Fat Joe) Mary J. Blige

at me now, look at me now Look at me now, I made it out Look at me now, look at me now, look at me now Look at me now, I'm God's child Could you imagine this In the wild fighting all these hating bitches

All I Need Fat Joe

And I wont stare at nobody else, my baby {Promise I wont stare} Cause all I need is you {All I need, all I need, baby} Yeah, uh What you think gangstas dont cry, get hurt by lies Times you embarrass me

Loyalty Fat Joe

I won't stare at nobody else my baby (Promise I won't stare) Cuz all I need is you (All I need, all I need baby) [Talking: Fat Joe] To all the ladies in our lives, you heard Strong independent women, come

Get On Up Fat Joe

know the time Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme I kick the hits even with the big belly Cause I freak the funk like my man R.

John Blaze Fat Joe

know you done fucked up right?'

Fight Club (Feat. M.O.P., Petey Pablo) Fat Joe

SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT! GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA! OPEN UP HIS BACK! *Repeat Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young (FACE DOWN!)

Fight Club Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah uh Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit Run up in yo' mom's crib Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict Yo

I Got This in a Smash Fat Joe

Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm saying?

It's O.K. Fat Joe

Yeah, right about now I'm about to slow it up For that very special lady I see you right there But we about to smooth it out for you Right now Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!

Murder Rap Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Uh-oh, uh-oh.. Let's get it over with. Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, UH! Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at?

Murder Rap (Feat. Armageddon) Fat Joe

Armageddon [Fat Joe] Uh-oh, uh-oh.. Let's get it over with. Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, UH! Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at?

Turn Me On Fat Joe

Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me [Irv Gotti] We back, my nigga Chink Santana Murder Inc., Terror Squad [Chorus: Ronda Blackwell (Fat Joe)] Boy you keep on turning me..

I Won't Tell Fat Joe

I'm on my way to party a crew NY Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles And mami's lookin' like America's top model She said, "Ya earring, look at that thing That's even bigger then

Temptation Part I (Album Version - Explicit) Fat Joe

ya [Fat Joe] Yup!

Temptation Part I Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yup!

JOE Scott Walker

JOE As old Joe sat a dyin' The baby down the hall was cryin' Somebody had a party goin' on The fat boy you told tales to Moved away the other day To think with no goodbye He could have gone

Another Wild Nigga From the Bronx Fat Joe

featuring Gizmo, Keith Keith, King Sun Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?

They Don't Love You (Explicit Ver.) Fat Joe

Say they love you when you know they don't God is the greatest, God is the greatest, God is the greatest Say they will, but shit, you know they won't Yeah, you hear me, you don't feel me, though And you

Get The Hell On With That (Feat. Armageddon, Ludacris) Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Whoa, whoa, whoa All you frontin-ass niggaz Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha! Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)

Get The Hell On With That Fat Joe

Whoa whoa whoa All you frontinass niggaz Callin all frontinass bitches Yo get the hell on with that say what say what what Get the hell on with that say what say what what Why you over there lookin at

Ts Piece Fat Joe

You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!!

The Crack Attack Fat Joe

Yea, uhh "I bet you thought I left you hangin" Yea yea, yeah "I bet you thought I left you hangin" Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby "I-I-I bet you thought I left you hangin" Don Cartagena

Still Real Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] It's so depressing, uh.. Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches) Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)

Dog House (Explicit Ver.) Fat Joe

'Cause once a good man gone Damn That's that type of shit you don't want, girl I thought it was us forever You the only one I ever wanted to share my life with, grow old with Now you done fucked that all

Life Goes On Fat Joe

Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh Who you gonna trust?

Part Deux Fat Joe

Yeah Fat Joe, Jealous One's Envy Steppin to the jam niggaz actin all friendly Smilin in my face, and all the whiles they wanna take my fuckin place, them backstabbers, them backstabbers I got some

Say Word Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yeah, don't get it fucked up This shit is realer than you think Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus All up in the clubs, buyin out the

Find Out Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] I do [Armageddon] Aight then You now may spit on the bride [Fat Joe] I bet you thought I left you hangin, Joe Crack returns bangin with somethin brand spankin, what the fuck was y'all

we thuggin' fat joe

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We Thugging Fat Joe

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We Thuggin` Fat Joe

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We Thuggin (Feat. R. Kelly) Fat Joe

Kelly [Fat Joe (R.

So Much More (Album Version - Explicit Version) Fat Joe

I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more

So Much More (Radio Version) Fat Joe

I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more

So Much More Fat Joe

I know you came to party so get up on your feet Yea baby just truk that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more Cost

Make It Rain（Feat．Lil Wayne） Fat Joe

[Fat Joe:] Owwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas [Chorus:](Lil' Wayne) Yeah im in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain,(I make

Rock Ya Body Fat Joe

Cool & Dre I was the one who believed in you!

King Of N.Y. Fat Joe

[Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe] The fuck?! What?!

We Ridin' Fat Joe

They shootin...This is the sound baby...We ridin on these bitch ass niggaz...Joe Crack...Here we go La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

Born In The Ghetto Fat Joe

Yeah, It's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real This is Joe Crack The Don