Fat Joe - Livin' Fat Lyrics
Yeah!Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it outWould you believe that fat joe would flip a style like this?I cant get played, cause I roll with baby chris, neverthelessNiggaz be tryin to front the roleWhen everybody knows, Im gonna go goldAt least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hearJoe is bigger and better, so have no fearIll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoesAfter every single show, you know (know)One of the best to grab the mic so dont try to frontAint nuttin here yours, so what the ***** you want?When I step on stage, Im second to noneMakin mcs run, without the use of a gun, yeahTalkin about the way I rock a partyNiggaz must be thinkin that Im high, or drunk on bacardiI be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap sceneIm mean, my favorite color is greenI guess thats why they call it the bluesYour money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglectThe skills of the fat one, but Im all that sonGimme the microphone and ima show you how its gonna be doneSo dont fake moves, cause I never fallThats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yallIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Hey yo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Yo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Yo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Look at the way I freak this style, Im versatileNiggaz dont want the funk, because they know Im buckwildCould you believe the rappers that they talk shitWhile I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hitsThe name is fat joe, Im on the down lowI chill with lord finesse, you know I got the flowI be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, youre facin a punk, yeah***** around and youll be layin in ? v-ducts?I got props, believe it or notI never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeahOne of the livest niggaz in new yorkSometimes I be chillin with sonSometimes I be chillin with hawk, you know thatBrooklyn in the house and uptown is tooI gotta be sayin peace, to the boogie the bronx crewPete, sap, brim, vayo mack, gizmo, nicer, b.g., my main man crackSo now you know the flav, and you know the timeBrothers always be tellin me, joe why dont you kick a fat rhymeSo I dont front on my peepsKick a verse or two, then be out, and peace gSo dont try to step to dis, you know you take a fallThats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yallIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Aiyyo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Aiyyo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Aiyyo Im livin fatIm livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)Aiyyo Im livin fat!Ninety-three, lord finesse, fat joe, diamond dShowbiz and a.g., d.i.t.c. and Im out
