Fat Joe - J.O.S.E. Lyrics
talking] Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games Niggaz act like it's a rap.. Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers Niggaz replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's Pranksta wanksta-ass niggaz You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus ***** tri-borough, we reppin five borough Get at these niggaz straight music! [Fat Joe] Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat I can't believe niggaz schemin on Jo-seph Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down Niggaz talk too much shit, and I jump like the sound They fear my presence like the rest of them Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal Got a little fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues Start ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed My own niggaz let them hoes make 'em envy Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me That's the shit that get me aggrevated It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it" Fake niggaz.. Jers' State niggaz.. Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate niggaz You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day Mostly heard in penals and project hallways And by niggaz blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s [Hook] (J) These jealous niggaz is worse than *****es! (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches! (S) Still talkin shit, still ain't shit! (E) You envious niggaz can suck my dick! [talking] (J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid (O) Yeah nigga, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere (S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is (E) Blaze niggaz over beats, in the streets Joe Crack gon' hold that down You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV, on yo' block, on my block, however you wanna *****in slice it Bastards, POOF!! Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh.. Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
