Fat Joe - Watch Out Lyrics
[fat joe]Yeah!!Straight out the heroin infested streets of the bronxHome of corrupt copsWhere niggaz get they mother*****in wigs pushed backEven if they dont fake jaxFat joe, bringin forth the illest mother*****ersIn this whole rap gameHey yo armageddon, let these mother*****ers know[armageddon]You look, I look, you invite it, I tookI forever wearin it, you know stone cold crookWhats truth, whats lie? whos people, who spy?Its life and death, choose live or dieUltimates who made em why do we even exist?When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness?For any touch theres a feelingTouch and yall feltWe can exchange shots, until our chambers meltTheres mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)Over one mans stare, you wanna dare, yo crackEject the czech from the glove compartmentLay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arsonIts dangerous businessOpposites, these strangers be bendin oppositesSo put your face in mine, best brace your spineCause opposites may attract, but they dont combineMy impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grindNow delayed second thoughts run through your mindWhen my slugs connect, and strike your major arteriesWhen my fists connect, they causin major injuriesWhat you know junior? you not evil[fat joe]Uhh, the south bronx is the wrong place to visitI dont know an mc who has enough balls to diss itWhether rain or shine, we be bustin out ninesHey yo punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme[big punisher]Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gigMy nutty wrathll live as long as Im a nasty kidI blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? lMy skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in hellI doom the world like I was God and throw my gun awayThen snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun awayMe and my brothers play hardballStrictly hardcore, lyrics til Im finished breakin gods lawsMy jobs raw but I gotta do it - Im feelin high then buddhaedSo you might get shot and lose a lot of fluidThe spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braidsI would earn a wage with the thirty gaugeTheres dirty ways to get paid if you got the ballsJust load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawersDont stop or pause, let the shotty go up his buttTo finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts[fat joe]The south bronx is the wrong place to visitI dont know an mc who has enough balls to diss itWhether rain or shine, we be bustin out ninesHey yo keith nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme[keith nut]Yo, I cause damage, raps redhanded banditWell Ill be God damnit, I kick ass like Im yo parentsPrepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of orderGot kicked out my church cause I got caught *****in my preachers daughterMenace like dennis on the m.i.c.You best run son, Im sendin emcees up shits creekSo dont sleep, cause I creep, on new york streetsLike Im a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeksYo, Im that nigga thatll kidnap yo kidsTake em home, ***** em good, then send em back to you in bandagesYou lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keepThe toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the east coastSo watch your back black, bronx niggaz dont playIf you ever fake jax, Ill slit yo throat like o.j.[fat joe]Yeah, thats my mother*****in crewStraight out the south bronxThe livest mother*****in corners of the bronxKeepin in realer, my mother*****in nigga keith nutArmageddon the reddinMy nigga big dog punisherStraight out the full eclipse campAll you mother*****ers know the times, yeahWatch your mother*****in backBlow out the back of your domepieceD.i.t.c. forever mother*****er..
